At her comments, the Fool dryly adds, "And dragons a good deal more self-sacrificing. No, I think they have little in common with your turtles."

"How's it going? I see you've gone on the tour."

He dips his head in a conceding nod and smiles, then gestures with a slim hand for her to accompany him on his idle walk through the gardens. He seems more than able to continue his beadwork while doing this, like he's been doing it for decades. (Which begs the question of his true age, as he looks younger than he is.) "I have," he replies lightly, "and I've tried to find some ways to make myself useful. Like looking for that missing girl." There his light smile fades; like so many others, he hasn't been successful.