[ If he'd just let her poke at his brain she'd be able to tell him that a direction, in fact, won't be enough. Whatever mythical force saw this tree went ahead and made it a landmass separate from everything else (it's an island, they're unhelpfully on an island, he'd have to swim if she doesn't show him how to teleport). And the worst part is she can see that he sees that she's actively thinking about this, which, in turn, just makes her face warm a little more, because she really wants to help? She's just bad at it??? ]

Noooo, no, I want to. I just — [ May get weird looks if she goes to Springstar if he wants to go there? Isn't sure if he's really about the ye olde magic aesthetic of Highstorm? War things???? She rubs at her temple, moreso at herself than him because now he's feeling weird. ] you'll get confused. Or lost. Or like really, really, tired if I don't!

[ Lottie doesn't even sound like she's exaggerating by saying this — there's a nonchalant sort of assurance to her words. ]

I'll take you there and give you directions.