"It is inevitable, you best get used to it." Daffy had screwed everything else up in her life, why shouldn't she have one tiny glimmer of hope that she wouldn't be alone and sad in the end? It was a little tiny spark of light at the end of what seemed like an endless tunnel with no exit.

Shrugging, Daff tried to keep things casual. "No, I have six sisters, I wanted to do something for myself, by myself and that is mine." At least that was what she kept telling herself. This was a way to keep busy, endlessly busy. There was no shortage of things to do, things to fix or order or rearrange. She could always find something to occupy her time with. Like building a greenhouse pretty much by hand (and a little magic).

"You worry more than my grandmother." Daff teased, desperately trying not to give away the emotions bubbling under the surface. This independence, the separation was critical to her well-being. She could suffer from her sleeplessness without disturbing anyone but Winston, who didn't care. She was so tired recently it wasn't such a big deal, but that was just another reason for her to keep going; she was finally sleeping again for more than a few hours here and there. "I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I already bought the building, living here makes sense."