[That's a difficult explanation, especially when Ninety-Nine feels like what she said made perfect sense. It did to herself. It's not just that the berries taste sweet or freshly ripened, but they have the taste of warm light baked into them. A line of consternation creases across her forehead; it isn't that she cares about being understood, but...maybe there's some frustration of wanting to be heard.]

It's a happy taste. Maybe because they've been left to grow freely out here where it gets warm during the day, so they taste like there's nothing to worry about.

[To her, the sun and the open sky are freedom, so feeling their kiss affecting the ground is soothing. She seems in content spirits for someone who's spent most of their journey being irritable.]