So, he thought, anything involving his house was out of the question; his apprenticeship marked the first time that he had been far from home for so long, which meant that most of his memories and his ideas of safeness would necessarily include the shadow of his mom, ready to come in and yell about washing underwear or whatnot. Many of his best memories involved being at the beach, which he had already tested to be an unsuitable thought for the task at hand. Maybe, he thought, maybe he should be imagining something else entirely, something not belonging to his memories at all; but this seemed too complicated altogether - how many scenarios would he have to conjure and then discard? Adrien sighed. "I just thought about climbing up a tree and sitting on the branches, but that doesn't seem safe at all, right?".

"Right".

"But, wait...", Adrien added, his eyebrows raised. "What about just being in the woods?".

"It depends on what sort of woods they are. Do you know these woods well?".

"Oh, yeah", Adrien said. "I'm thinking of the woods near home. I basically knew every tree by name", he chuckled.

"Can you think of any possible danger that would be there?".

"Any possible danger...", Adrien repeated. "Well, there were no wolves or boars or anything like that... no venomous snakes...".

"What about thorns?", Valerion asked.

"Thorns... no, no thorns".

"Bees? Wasps?".

"No... nothing like that -- not even mosquitoes".

"And no mom, right?".

"Right, no mom", Adrien said.