[Varian glances down at their hands, brow furrowing. The candle is thankfully taking the edge off the weird feeling settling in his chest. Probably a good thing or that pulse would have for sure spiked.

He wonders if that means Fern is effectively immortal. Oh, he can die, Varian's seen that with his own eyes more times than he'd like to think about. But if nothing intervened- if he wasn't exposed to something that could kill grass- would Fern just keep... going? HIs grass is always re-growing, and it's not like he has any organs to maintain that will eventually get old and wear down. He doesn't voice this thought- there's no way that would do Fern any good right now. Probably never. ]

Well. [He lets the word hang there for a moment, trying to figure what to say next. How to provide some comfort. "I'm sorry you don't have any of these things" sounds a little flat. ] I think that just makes you unique, and that- it doesn't have to be a bad thing. I mean you can photosynthesise, that's pretty cool, I sure can't do that. And you can do that cool vine thing with your hands? [He gives a shrug of his shoulders.] I don't know, I just never really thought about what you were lacking and more about what you do have, the things that make you... you. Categorically Fern. And despite what you think, I think that's pretty cool, who you are.