"Eopie keeping?" he asked, deliberately misunderstanding, but then shook his head and looked to the side, to the grasses beyond his small house. There were nerfs grazing in the distance. The idea of caring for animals seemed ... strange, almost a little fake, mocking. He'd never been that person before. He could be, he'd be anything he had to be, but did he have to? Want to?

On the other hand, the other end of the spectrum was near-complete isolation but for any contact with Bail Organa, and he didn't think he'd manage that, either.

He sighed.

"I don't think so. But I'll do whatever makes me blend in. There are nerf herders here ..." trailing off, there was a pause, and then Ferus shook his head again, taking a small moment. "Whatever is asked of me", he said finally.