Hawthorne expected her friend and leader to know who Plant Boy was, even if he really shouldn't. She just sort of figured that was his name to everyone. It wasn't like she ever heard his name out loud. The exchanges between them usually involved
you, we, and
me - which left no needed room for names.
Sachiel?
She tried to hide back her shock at such a name. It wasn't bad or anything - hell, she was named after a plant! - but it certainly didn't seem fitting to him. Sachiel seemed so professional and grown-up. Her friend could certainly be serious sometimes but not as serious as the name sounded.
"Sachiel, eh?" She tested the name out in a soft question before deciding Plant Boy was far better.
The Edge child let him finish his part before she got up to offer a submissive lick to his chin if allowed.
"I know I can manage that. Honest as can be." She stepped back to give them both their space again as a softer, less mischevious grin settled on her face.
"Would you mind if I bring Sachiel along too? He's really helpful. Knows about plants!" She chimed shining some light on how he got his nickname.
"He gave me this bark that tasted really bad but helped when I fell off a log."