Chaos-Two was surprised at the question and frowned, though in confusion rather than offense, "None taken. A child? N-no, I am not. I'm fully grown."

They tucked their hind legs in and looked away, self-conscious all of a sudden. They were acting way too much like they did around Khavur, and they were supposed to be representing the Chaos-Forge. Oliver might be sad to know that they'd never had the chance to be a child, so in their comfort, such childish gestures or actions tended to come out.

"You can take all of these," they said, pushing the plants forward, "Most, if not all, can be identified by their names. They're pretty self-explanatory save for the Tamusen, but among the rest you can probably pick it out by process of elimination."

They perked up again and leaned forward, staring in awe as the bush began to grow. They'd never seen this kind of magic save for the Doctor's plant stitching, and it was so... amazing! They immediately wanted to learn it despite such a thing not being integral to their role as a medic.

"This is your magic?", they asked, picking a leaf off gently and inspecting it. After a moment they put it in their mouth, chewing it and finding that it was most definitely a leaf.

"... I think you're perfect for what Master Vargas has in mind," they said, "However, I think I would like to see if there are others who wish to help, also. Perhaps an assistant for yourself?"

Chaos-Two trailed off, tapping their claws together nervously, something else on their mind.

"... Do you have a family?"

"One of my siblings was never small," they said, "Even right when they hatched. I was very small but my sibling's always been big. So have some of the others I've met."

Chaos-Two blinked, feeling a bit more friendly after learning they were both of the same magic, "Oh... my um... element, I think it's called, my element is light, too. But I have other magic too."

They were amazed at the canopies, and stood up, stretching to their full height to reach up and touch one of the strong branches. It was amazing how Oliver had done all of this. As they marveled over the garden, they listened, their ears drooping as their mouth curled downward.

"I'm so sorry," they said, sitting down, "I'm sorry your family isn't around, and I'm sorry your father died. I don't know if the Sentinel truly wishes for family... if I'm honest, Vargas creates many of us with specific personalities, and I don't think there is much in terms of true empathy, especially with the chaotic magic he holds. But... maybe there is something there. One can only hope, right?"

Chaos-Two sat down again and looked at Oliver, biting their lip for a moment.

"... Khavur," they said softly, "My sibling. We connected when I was very young because when I hatched, I was... flawed. Disfigured due to Master Vargas' lack of experience creating things. So Khavur took it upon themselves to protect me, to carry me when I couldn't walk, or to help me find food when my blind eyes couldn't. Though even after Master Vargas 'fixed' me, they stayed. So yes, I consider them my family."

Maybe it was oversharing, but they were so desperate to be open, to be themselves around someone who might just understand, who wouldn't call them weak for having emotions, or punish them for showing as such.

Chaos-Two shook their head, "No. We have to do something to deserve a name. Khavur was lucky enough to be born as great as they were, a valkhound of true strength and ferocity. All the valkhounds get names... except for me and my other sibling, though he has a name now, I think, he was adamant on it since he hatched."

They shrugged gently and looked away, "I know it's not normal, but I'm not normal either. I was supposed to be a chaotic monster like the rest of the Forge, but here I am."

They said as such with a helpless shrug, not reacting as the rain started to fall. They smiled gently, though, at the mention of their sibling being good. They were good, so good, in fact, that they had to send Khavur a mental nuzzle right at that moment.

"I think soon," they said, "I wish to find another gardener, and then figure out something to give you in return. You never said anything about such a thing and Master Vargas would have taken advantage of it, but I think you deserve something in return for aiding us. But I shall return with another gardener and potential rewards for helping us, and then we can head to Draco then."

Chaos-Two stood up and grabbed their sling, hoisting it back around their shoulders. They took their spear in hand and gave Oliver a shy smile, their eyes averted.

"... Thank you for your kindness," they said, "I hope we can talk more later."

Chaos-Two huffed, "I suppose that's true... but I will think of something for you, and I shall return."

They shifted and adjusted their grip on their staff, shaking their head, "No, it would be aimless for me to wander all around, possibly far away from the path to Draco, dragging you with me. Continue on with your life in my absence, I don't want to disrupt anything for you."

It was abrupt, yet Chaos-Two found they couldn't stay another moment here in this perfect garden. They were a monster among a oasis of peace and tranquility. They didn't belong.

"I'll be sure to leave the rock," they said, and cleared their throat, "Farewell, Oliver, I hope to see you in Draco soon."

And with that, they turned, heading off into Canis once more, off to go find another gardener. They hid their trembling hands against their staff, suddenly guilty for treading upon such sacred grounds. Or at least, it felt like it.