Eleven considers that for a moment, but finds he can't recall the role she'd been given in Taravast. Then, he's forgotten a lot since he'd left. It bothers him at times, but at least he usually recalled the important things.

"You must be a good cook," he says with a grin, then shrugs. "I grew up in a farming village. Between the two of us, surely we could help." After spending too long feeling utterly useless at best and working against himself at worst, the prospect is greatly appealing.

"And if I could learn to heal plants the way you did, then we could really make a difference to this place."