He opens the door to the part of the garden he'd gifted her. A few plants are ashed, but some are fine. The water is a bit clearer than before, but there are still lily pads and stagnant water.

"The servants will help, with whatever you need." he says, gently. "I know you don't need their help." He knows that. She's more than capable. "But they are used to the garden." Meaning growing things, something she probably didn't do much of in the south pole, or on her travels.

"But, never forget, this is yours, not theirs." He doubts she'll let them push her around, but he wants her to be clear, just who he would side with.