Halsin had you sitting in his lap as he calmly brushed his hands through your hair and pulled it into small braids and knots, smiling to himself as you rambled on about your day and life. His hands would occasionally brush against your back or your shoulders, warmth seeping into your skin from the druid's big hands. A few birds were sitting about and waiting at your feet, softly chirping and pecking at your shoes.

He heard a curious question fall from your lips and paused in playing with your hair, "And why are you turning into a worm, darling?" Halsin asked gently, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he continued playing with your hair, "I could still love you, my heart. With every ounce of my being." he leaned forward and gently pecked your shoulder, "Worms are a very crucial part of the ecosystem."

He sighed and tilted his head, "But if the question is more based on if I'd love you if you had no use to me I'm surprised you don't already know the answer. You need not have use to me to be adored." Halsin didn't mind when you asked him questions like this, he figured it stemmed from some form of distrust from the past, or an odd curiosity.

He just wished you didn't feel the need to ask him about it. He wanted you to feel completely safe with him, "You'd be a very cute worm."