[ Bariyan scrambled over the statues, rather clumsily, but did his best to keep up. ]

I didn't know that. I haven't seen very many others around here....

[ Once they reach the flowers, Bariyan crouches down to look at them, pressing his fingers into the soil to check the moisture. A little dry. But he hasn't brought water with him, either. ]

I'll come back and water these later, I think. [ He gently takes a stem between thumb and forefinger, examining the flower a little more closely. He smiles to himself. ] Shame that this seems to be the only part of the city that things grow in.