Quinlan had arrived dressed in his Jedi robes. He had to sew them by hand. The ones he had arrived in were in tatters, and they were beyond simple repairs. Once he had gotten settled in Preya and once the Jedi temple was prepared, Quinlan had stitched together his new Jedi attire. It had given him a feeling of peace and a connection to his old home universe.
Now Quinlan was bringing that sense of peace with him, the dregs of his dance with the dark side left behind him. He only hoped that the creatures of the gardens would not be able to sense the former darkness that had once resided within him.
The Jedi Master followed Amalthea and listened to her quietly and curiously, offering gentle smiles and nods of appreciation for all she had to show him. He had a lot yet to discover about Preya and all of its strange variations. One of the places he had not explored nearly enough was Everdale, especially the more magical parts of it.
"I will only do so if she will allow it" Quinlan responded. He held his hand out to the creature. giving it the choice. The Jedi had an air of calm about him, one that was deeply tied to his connection to the Force. Meditation had helped a great deal when he arrived on Preya. It helped him handle everything he had gone through before he landed on the island.