She doesn't press for any more information on Magilou, though she does make note to pay a little more attention to the things she says around the woman from now on.

Instead of letting herself sink into thoughts of her grandfather's reign, she glances up at him, then down the paths... then back to him again, bemused. "Trees are...good?"

Even as she follows him, she mulls over the many different directions she can take the conversation. For now... maybe some fishing, since he seems willing to placate her with... trees.

"...I bet the rock scene is pretty spectacular here on the weekends." The aesthetic, at least, fits.