That's right. That's right, he remembers that. He remembers how much he loves it, how magical it was to make sprawling landscapes of color and shape and know that the desert rain would come and carry the rainbows of his work off to some other place if he didn't free it all with the hose or buckets of water first.

"Yes," he says, and snuggles against Jedao. There are perks to being small, he realizes. Being held like this is one of them. "Could we do it in the enclosure, or maybe the greenhouse? I liked watching everything wash away."

This too shall pass.