"Isn't it nice? It never gets really dark unless it's cloudy." Even if he's diurnal, it's hard not to appreciate the savannah at nighttime. Dark and cool without being overbearingly cold and impossible to see, pleasantly still but still buzzing with life just beneath the surface, all around you if you know where to look. The perfect comfortable temperature and level of white noise to settle in and get some sleep.

Would he fall into an even deeper sleep than usual, in a place like Octavinelle? Or would he be restless and uneasy, listening for noise that isn't there, curled up in a ball to ward off a chill? Would those tiny flickers of bioluminescence be comforting and familiar, or unnerving in such profound darkness? Rook's eyes widen in growing fascination as he considers the information. Attracted to that light is right..... "Oh..... you mean you do, too?"