[He'd try to do the same for her - if he ever thought about it - but her pockets aren't dimensionally transcendental, nor does he really think she'd appreciate having stethoscopes or little wind up rats or bits of machinery in hers.

He grins when she gets near and leans a bit over the half wall that's supposed to keep you falling off the thing.] Yeah. Be a bit more weak to any sort of natural disaster. Which here means curses. Though easier to rebuild afterwards I suppose. I kinda like it. All the paths and such feel cobblestoned; fun to walk on.