"Don't touch it." Then it'll stay safe. It's beneath some dishes that he hasn't seen Silvio use yet so he's sure that it'll be okay there. It'll stay nice and flat and protected with the heavy dish on top of it. As preserved as he can get it. And he can go and look at it any time he wants! It's the perfect solution for the little fox. Sure, it'll probably be a dusty, crumbly mess in a few weeks, but that's okay. It's not like this is the first time he'd picked and then lost a leaf that he liked. It's a familiar process for the fox.

Elyas climbs to his feet and then bends over to scoop up the pile of leaves he'd been gather, then he unceremoniously dumps them over the wolf. "You can touch these ones though."