There's a pause while Strange continues to idly play with the fire.

"You really are a stupid tree," Strange muses, more to himself than to Syrlya. There's nothing judgmental in his voice: if anything, he finds it a bit amusing.

"I never said he didn't matter. He's a bore and a blowhard with a stick up his ass but he still matters to me. I'd have moved out if he didn't."