oh, now was there anything more stressful than having to leave her darling garden for more than a day ? the grand majority of the time, she would simply refuse to leave the confines, no matter how urgent the matter... but croc was ‘normal’ now. for as much as she loved appreciated harley, and for as much as she appreciated selina, she simply didn’t trust either of them with the foreboding task of watching over her plants, her companions. waylon, on the other hand... “ well you always have been the only other person who understands, ” she replied, observing how hydrated, how sunlit, how joyous the plants were. “ how would i be able to trust anyone else to respect the green in the same way you do ? ”