[ He hums in response to that, flat and brief. He does wonder what their whole purpose here is, but it's only a fleeting curiosity—he's not the type to go chasing down answers.

Instead, he takes the room for a moment longer before making his way to the couch too. ]

No. When I traveled, it was usually to observe rare flora. A desert runs a little counter to that.

[ Though there's unique species of plants everywhere. He just didn't get out much. He uses his crutch to balance his weight, easing onto the couch with a question, blunt in its nonchalance. ]

You don't seem all too fond of your station. Or is it resentment that you won't be king?