Aramis followed along until he got a skincare tip. He blinked at Brooke and scratched his head. He glanced at his wide-brimmed hat.

This time she did see him raise his scaly eyebrow.

"I hope that you will remove the weeds that obstruct my mind." He looked at the green and tan leathery skin on his hand. While he had confusion in his calmness, there was another set of emotions that were not eminated from the placid turtle: worry and fear.