Chell simply turned his head to look back at Foulques as he spoke, smiling at first at the comment about mead, but it faded as he continued. Had he really had it so rough, from so early on? He wasn't sure he dared ask, honestly. And there were so many things to say back to that, but where to even begin...?

He frowned a little as he thought it over... but then Foulques spoke again, and gave him something easier to find words for. Slightly, anyhow. It took him a second, even so, glancing to him again as if he wasn't certain he'd heard him correctly. "'Believe?' ...You plainly are." At least this, however, he could understand some of the confusion over -- he was made of wood, after all. But that ought to simply have been more proof in favor of them being alike in the ways that counted... but if that wasn't self-evident... then that pointed to deeper issues, like an unfamiliarity with things Chell considered rather simple, fundamental, even. Which begged more than a few questions, but where to start with that whole mess was even more baffling a question than how to respond to the statement of just before, and the look on his face said as much. He closed his mouth, rethinking where he'd try, then opened it as another idea came to him, only to rethink that as well and close it again.

Clearly, they had much more to sort out than the dryad had anticipated... didn't they?