And he did. Having already decided that Skisan counted as kin, the offer to try waking him up more was easy to agree to. He didn't really know what it might entail, but this case of mistaken identity seemed to amount to a great lot of leeway and trust for the Vulcan....

He nodded, almost absently, already setting aside the attempt to give over those ideas from a few minutes ago, and try focusing again, now that it'd been brought up.

And the trees... didn't seem to be parsing the offer, to agree or disagree. They weren't offering any judgments or opinions at all, if they were even actually there to begin with, rather than simply being what echoes this odd person was dragging with them....