"It's spring," Briar shrugged. "Plants are waking up."
And he was a green mage, attuned to the plants. He'd spent his year here getting to know them, letting them learn to trust him a little, and giving them a little magical help when people didn't know how to tend to them right.
"Just wanted to make sure everyone's doing alright." Because Briar cared about the plants as much as, oftentimes more than, people.