Silco was already moving to pick himself up from the underbrush in which he had unceremoniously dropped into. He was slow and sore about it, but he was also stubborn enough to know better than to stay on the ground for long. Back home, that was a good way to take a kick to the head or body, and he preferred to not add to his list of injuries that he already had.

He also eyed the plant as he stepped away slowly, careful not to tread on trailing vines as he put distance.

"A fine observation, but it's from my experience most people don't go looking to die," he replied. Usually they were randomly or purposefully targeted for that. "I was looking for caves. I had heard they were beyond the forest. There is a plant I am curious if it made it here from home."