They consider that quietly, catching the mushi and cradling it gently in their hands. It's a strange idea to them, wandering from place to place with nowhere to set down roots and grow properly. The other travelers that have passed through the mountain all spoke of destinations, a place to go to...but Ginko sounds more like a drifting leaf than anything else.

Frisk gently kisses the mushi on what probably serves for its head before releasing it, and then flops back once again into the grass. "Nap time!"