[She lets out another quiet 'I'm glad' as she continues to watch him eat. This week has not been kind to him. The motive, losing a friend to this horrible, horrible place, she can't even imagine what all this feels like. Nor does she want to.
Though hearing that name, she tilts her head a bit in curiosity.]
Lieze...rota? I can't say that I ever have. What kind of flower is it?
no subject
Though hearing that name, she tilts her head a bit in curiosity.]
Lieze...rota? I can't say that I ever have. What kind of flower is it?