No longer having a keen, sensitive microphone with which to hear people creeping up on him or lurking nearby Kay-tu did not notice Cassian at first. When Cassian arrived shortly after he'd removed his socks and shoes he was just walking around on the grass. Sometimes shuffling. Then he'd chuckle again when the grass tickled the bottoms of his feet. Once he even yelped when he stepped on a pebble. He swore and hopped away and checked his foot over. Seemed fine, just sore. His flesh was so untested and new like a baby's. He didn't have callouses or toughness.
Sighing, he sat and crossed his legs while looking up at the treeline. It seemed he was trying to take it in, as suggested. He leaned forward, hunched, with his fingers idly picking at the green blades below. Everything felt so strange...