Hux gave a nod. "Poison usually is the quickest way to down something--or at least take it out as it's taking you down." Mutually assured destruction, and all; Hux believes in that.

Giving a shrug, he smiled softly, his brow furrowing as he tried to keep his face somewhat stoic, still--but failing. "I know it's the effect of the tree more than anything, but I'm not overly interested in exploring, more. I'd prefer to just spend time resting here."

Again, this is a sensation he rarely ever feels; perhaps it's selfish, but he'd like to take advantage of the time he had with it.