Fine. As long as you treat those who live here with respect, I will have no problem with you helping.

[But he will not be stopping Frey from helping, either. He works quietly, snapping the leather lacings as he works into smaller portions fit to tie up the seedlings. Though, after a moment, his eyes widen a tad, and he glances around, seeking out... something, before smiling as his eyes land on a few slowly budding plants.] Ah, they are still safe.