Well, he was a fair hand at maps, he supposed...But rather than that, Jericho was more interested in finding out what passed for worth knowing to Syllona. The impression he had gotten from her and the girl who sat beside him were starting to grow distant, especially with each twitch of a smile or flash of interest not rooted in doubt.

For how disbelieving and uncertain her words had been at the start, Jericho felt compelled to give her something she could trust or...enjoy to some degree. And the garden seemed to be that, judging by her reaction. So, maps? Sure. He could mark a map.

He nodded, deftly lifting his pen out from the spiral binding of the notebook his tablet was resting on top of, giving her a smile. Sure thing!