Ghanyarah couldn't help but chuckle when Dragon asked about art and drawing. As they walked through the twisting roots and the muddy substrate layered with thick, black water, Ghanyarah explained the hobby that he had discovered. Drawing pictures in the bark, even rudimentary, crude little scribbles, helped him get a better grasp on his identity. It helped him identify other things, too. Ghanyarah's brain wasn't too quick; in the absence of his acquaintances, it was difficult to remember that they truly were there, difficult to remember who he cared about. He had to draw them so that he could see them and remember.
After a moment, Dragon started talking again, thanking them all for coming. Ghanyarah's reptilian smile lingered, although it faltered slightly as the alligator suggested that maybe he didn't like Dad as much as Dragon. That wasn't true - well, maybe it was a little, but Ghanyarah really hadn't gotten the chance to see Dad as much as Dragon. All he knew was that Dad was a really big, scary looking reptile who had a penchant for... complaining... and being a little melodramatic. Still, he nodded and said his 'no problem's, just pleased to help Dragon and be useful.
Once they had arrived at the tree, Ghanyarah lingered a little bit behind the alligator. He watched as Eve climbed the air, looking over the tree for evidence of the lost collar, but she chattered on about how it probably wasn't there. The lizard didn't know if he agreed or not, but looking at the still grounded Usui and Dragon, he decided to investigate for himself. "Art tree isn't gonna eat you, you just need to be good." Ghanyarah rolled his eyes and scampered past Dragon, maneuvering along the massive roots with surprising agility. The few times he'd visited here, he had come to know the roots. The earthquake had told him the roots could be slippery and unpredictable, so while Ghanyarah exercised caution, he was confident enough to move quickly.
On the bark, his drawing was still there, scraped into the side of the tree. The lizard flicked his tongue, approaching it and tapping it with a claw as he looked back at Dragon. "Art." Then he lowered himself and began to walk around the side of the tree. It would take a while for him to circle it completely, but at least here, he could look between the roots into the murky water below and search for the telltale glimmer of the stolen collar.