"Good. All right. I'll try to be quick but I expect this to take at least an hour." He gives Phantasm another quick pat and teleports away.

"Do you know where you want to go for a walk? There's some pretty views, wuk."

One shakes his head. "Just liked the idea? Didn't really...get to? Before?" Pauses. "Maybe somewhere I can climb? Stay mostly away from people?"

"Yeah." He flits over to the windowsill. Figment follows, and they lead the way up into the tree.

One follows after them, continuing to prove that he is a very adept climber, even if he didn't get that much of a chance to do so before. He's a little hesitant where he needs to cross between trees, but surprisingly little given everything.

They take the lead for a little bit, spotting him carefully across the first tree transition, and then start hanging back more, giving fewer cues as to where he should go.

He'll look back to them frequently, but for the most part just...goes where looks, and smells interesting, and climbs higher through the branches. (High feels...safe? Safe. Strangely, given the probable results of a fall.)

He'll probably lose track of time.

There are, as promised, lovely views; the elves' gardens are full of colorful flowers this time of year and designed to be viewed from above like this, and if One tries, he can get up above the canopy and see how the forest goes on for miles, to the horizon all around except where a mountain range rises above it to the east.

After an hour, Figment starts going back every so often to check on Deka and Raafi; it's two and a half, before he's back and ready for them.

One will go up to above the canopy! Briefly at least, before slipping back down to appreciate the gardens more.

"...Is the druid with?" he asks, although he starts back towards the inn.

"Yeah. Seems nice. Dwarf."

One nods, a little more nervous now, and picks his speed up, hurrying back to the inn, and slipping in through the window of Raafi's room, almost trying to sneak in unnoticed.

Raafi's sitting on the bed, with his back to the window, and Deka's at the desk; it may take a moment to spot the newcomer, who's crosslegged on the floor beyond them, leaning back on one arm and petting a tiny grey-furred animal that's clinging to his unbraided beard with his other hand. He does glance over when One comes in, but only for a moment, and then goes back to listening to what Raafi's saying about the local plant life.

One hesitates when the dwarf looks at him, and then uses the walls to get to the desk and perch beside Deka.

Figment joins him, cuddling up close and draping her wing over him; Deka sneaks her hand under the wing to offer a comforting stroke. Phantasm settles beside Raafi, instead, nudging his hand to be pet.

Raafi seems in no particular hurry to wrap up what he's saying, but does eventually come to a stopping point. "And this is One, and Figment with him, and this is Phantasm. Everyone, this is Brommus."

The dwarf inclines his head in greeting. "Just Brom."

One tucks a little closer against Figment, and lifts a paw in something approximating greeting.

Figment nods to him, and Phantasm croaks in greeting.

    "Is it just the malnutrition, or is there anything else you're worried about?"

Deka glances at One, to see if he's going to answer, but - "just that."

    Brom nods. "From what Raafi tells me, your diet is mostly right, now, except that you should be eating mostly bamboo - twice as much bamboo as everything else together - and more than you have been, all day, not just at human mealtimes. Don't let yourself get hungry, that's not how your species works."

One crouches down a little more when Brom talks to him, and nods a little too rapidly to really be understanding, looking perhaps a little overwhelmed again. "I- that- okay?"

"Mmhmm. Do you need any help figuring out how to manage that?"

"I- uh. Maybe? I-" One looks up to Deka, not sure what the right answer here is, and looking for help.

Pet pet. "Think we'll be okay. I'm a goatherder, I - know herbivores."

    "Good, that's a good starting point. The other thing I'm worried about is vitamins - Raafi, can you -?"

"Sure. So it turns out that food is pretty complicated, actually; getting enough is important, but what's in what you eat matters, too, and if you don't have enough of something, healing doesn't completely fix it - you store those things in your body when you eat them and they're used up over time, and if you use them all up, you get sick, when your body can't do whatever it needs them for. Healing helps, it'll take away that sickness if you have it, but it doesn't give your body that stored stuff that it'll need later, so if you aren't eating right you'll just start getting sick again. Humanoids have that kind of problem on long sea voyages, for example - it's hard to take fruit to sea, and there's something in fruit that we need to heal wounds and fight off diseases, so sailors on ships without clerics to make fruit for them are often sick that way. You won't have that one in particular, most species other than humanoids make that for themselves instead of getting it from their food, but there's other ones like that, and we want to see if you have any of them. So Brom's going to ask about problems you might have that would mean you didn't have enough of something, and if you do, he'll tell us what you need to eat extra of for the next few months. All right?"

The explanation catches One's attention, and he relaxes a little under Deka's hand, and Figment's wing as he listens. He blinks a little at the question (still not used to it), before nodding. "O-okay?"

"Okay."

Brom has lots of questions, but takes it slow, and never seems the slightest bit impatient if One needs to think before answering. He wants to know about his fur, and skin, and eyes, and nails, and whether his joints hurt or are stiff or make noise, and whether he's unaccountably hungry even when he's just eaten and how long it takes him to get hungry again afterward, and how long it takes him to heal from a scratch, and whether he's still tired when he wakes up in the morning, and many more things like that.

He does need time to think and respond to a lot of things! And apologises as though he thinks some of the answers might not be right. He's not entirely sure how to judge the questions on hunger - he's not sure he ever hasn't been, although he's definitely managing to get full now that he's eating different things?

When Brom's finished, it's clear that One's deficient in at least some of the vitamins he needs, although not all.

Brom nods along. "Well, it could be worse. If any of that hasn't cleared up by winter, or if it starts bothering you more, you should see another druid, or one of Pelor's clerics. For now-" and he has the promised list of foods, most of which One has never heard of before. Raafi nods along, and asks at the end for a more technical description of the problem, in case they can't get all of those things here and need to ask a local druid for substitutions.

    "I think that's all, unless you have any other questions?"