[The question seems to arrest Taion a little bit, as though it's not something he ever truly thought about, at least not long enough to put into words. His expression goes thoughtful, and a bit melancholy.

What is it that he can even say, when the sights that the word calls to mind aren't here?]

Growing things, I suppose. And people getting to live their lives free of the fear of death creeping up behind them.