"...Right, Jolly Green, let's walk." He offers his arm- not like he could hope to hold him up at all but- it's only polite. Water and shade and the cool space on the far end of the forge away from the soot and half worked metal.

"You're made of plants. Pretty sure there's not a lot in that biology that helps with the whole speaking thing. I'll get you a chalkboard or something if that'll help." It'll mean finding one but- communication can get difficult. Still. One arm offered up to the...man? Leaf guy? Bark American? Tony leads him around into the shade, pouring out a mug of water from the pitcher he keeps in the corner. "Here you go, Doctor."