Flowers, you say? [of course that is what he's concerned about, because he looks down at the jacket loose around his shoulders, at an inside pocket where his small bouquet of dried lavenders is tucked into. he's a bit concerned about them absorbing the ambient magic... but then again, they're dried. does magic in the air still affect things that are no longer living?

he takes his eyes away from them-- no, they're surely safe for him to carry around.]

Well, I suppose these one are safe. [he pats them.] I came to this world with them, surely magic can't affect something from another world like that...?