The meadow is beautiful. He knows it must not be as large as it seems, but in this place, the illusion is perfect. The field could go on forever.

He shakes his head.

"No. This is a gorgeous place. I can see why you'd want to visit often."

Turning his gaze from the endless carpet of flowers to Jayce, Rhy takes the opportunity when he mentions practicing magic. It is, after all, what he wanted to speak to Jayce about.

"About that... I know you practice healing magic. I imagine it's been... needed, lately."