He was silent another few seconds, considering something, and looked back to his tree again, watching it. Hesitantly, "Some. Of both. The ents... I thought that they were with me, at first. But I've grown less certain that they were. I always felt them with me, but I don't think I have, in those places."

He looked back to her, frowning a little. "The other ones, that I was certain of sensing correctly... were not ones I'd known before. And one in particular who was not who he appeared to be... was someone I had seen while asleep, before. I could feel him easily then." For all that his eyes should've been harder to read, they sort of weren't. Even in the dim overcast from their poor weather, those looked to be hints of tears. He turned his gaze back to the ground in front of them, holding his breath for just a beat, trying to dismiss any displays of... well, anything, it seemed. Quieter, "He was absolutely, radiantly joyful. ...But there, at one of the places I went... there was nothing. He seemed to present, but he wasn't there."

A sigh, trying to lean on his frustration at it all, "The silence has been deafening."