The courtyard and gardens were fixtures of the grounds that had remained mostly the same when Eric was forced to rebuild his home after his daughter destroyed it. It had a certain nostalgia, a peace, that he appreciated and he often walked through the garden when he tired of the confines of the manor. Today he fled there as a refuge from the fussy teething infant inside. The woman he'd brought in from the city to help Pietro with the child certainly had her hands full today.
In the courtyard he stopped when he noticed he wasn't alone and watched with curious interest Rogue's experiment with the butterfly. "I didn't realize you had so much control," Eric spoke from behind her. "But do be sparing in what you kill. Our ecosystem is, hm, delicate."