Tian was not too fond of stairs, either. Well, not new stairs at least, because he never knew just how steady they were, how many steps he should count or if they were broken anywhere. He had stood on his nose more than once when he was a child, and even though he still seemed young thanks to the gift of Life, he didn't feel like breaking his hip.

It was such a pain to set.

The mage also shared the centaur's feelings about this place. It was just... wrong. Unnatural and twisted in a way that made Tian's skin crawl. The vines and leaves in his hair was also something he wanted to keep alive, but the nature here - the life - was corrupted like he had never before seen.

It seemed like a good thing for these two to meet, and when Tian hears the singing down the stairs that he too was braving, the mage finds himself smiling slightly in warm amusement at the words. "Can I offer help in any way?"