"Right..." That description does sound familiar. Distinctive as it is, Id doesn't have difficulty identifying the leaves on a nearby tree. Sure enough, the pale branches loom just above his head, which would make them a troublesome target for Link. So he surmises, anyway.

He turns to busy himself with plucking leaves, twisting at their stems in an attempt to avoid damaging them. While Id may have needed notes to keep track of the finer details were it not for Link's memory, he does recall that keeping these materials intact was emphasized as being of the utmost importance.

"Wonder what they call this..." The thought is less an attempt at conversation and more musing. Id has picked up the language reasonably well, but new things he didn't encounter as a servant still leave him grasping for the correct words. This is a tree, these are leaves, but what kind are they?