Magnus and Briar
"Feels like home," Briar nodded, understanding exactly what the kid meant. He'd grown up on busy city streets, hiding in broken buildings and damp cellars and dark corners, but even n the city some plants survived. And Briar had always managed to find them, befriend them in a way he hadn't understood at the time.
Older now, he'd travelled through enough forests that the scents and feel of being surrounded by them was soothing.
"I've done plenty of camping myself, with my teacher." He didn't have parents himself, but Rosethorn was close enough. "She always hated it."
She liked soft comforts. Briar had never really appreciated them the same way.