Fareeha hasn't wandered far, focused on a different plant with large hanging spirals of blooms. She turns when she hears him whistle, though, wondering what he's found.

She shakes her head and chuckles when it appears to be a throne.

She walks over and drops her bag near the plant, then crawls in and sits next to him, brushing her fingertips over the stamen and looking at the gold pollen left behind.

"This is certainly different."