[ he already knows what being left on read means at this point when it comes to vax.

upon arriving and seeing him there, percy gives him a nod in turn and approaches, finding his eyes tracking the tree itself for a long moment, its arching dead branches, its handless clock. there's something like familiarity in his eyes before he moves to have a seat down by the decrepit tree. ]

To water the tree won't be enough... though it'll certainly be a start.

I'd wish Keyleth were here, but this place is abysmal.