"It is, isn't it?" The voice comes from much higher up, from a horned woman standing not too much further away. Her gaze is on the forest moreso than the dwarf woman, and there's a small proud smile on her lips. Sina really accomplished something amazing, whatever else can be said for all the ruffled feathers that resulted.

And then that glow gets her attention. She raises an eyebrow upon seeing where it's located. "A leg-shard? That's new, most I've seen are just the palm sorts." At one very worrying chest-shard, owned by the very woman who created this forest garden.