Peridot looks up abruptly in his direction, ears raised, still holding a fistful of dirt.

"Oh. Hi, Steven," she says mildly, uncharacteristically quiet. There's no exuberant greeting, no bounding over to greet him with a hug. It should be easy enough to tell that she's definitely not trying to be rude or stand-offish; she just seems exhausted. Which is kind of an unsettling look for her, to be frank. Clearly, she shouldn't be up and about...