"More dressed than you are," Eleven assures with a laugh. "I'd bought attire designed to protect a smith from the heat of a forge, but it's doing well to keep away the cold now, too."

Though he wears the gloves on and off, as doing much of anything in them is difficult. His voice softens a little, fond.

"I just think it's wonderful that we're able to cultivate life here, and the plants are good company. I like to think that maybe I'm helping them, too."