Four? Goodness, Tor thought, a little incredulous but also admiringly. She only had the one brother, and as much as she loved him, thought that was quite enough - the idea of there being three other Bens sounded like utter chaos!

“I can imagine,” Tor agreed, relieved that the woman didn’t appear to be offended by her near laughter, and chuckled in response to the statement about having sisters. She never really thought about having a sister, to be honest, though imagined that the experience would be quite different.

With her parents still occupied by the plants and her brother having slipped away, Tor supposed that she might as well keep making conversation with the woman - it wasn’t an unpleasant way to pass the time, and besides, it really was a very beautiful memorial. Tor could still remember when it happened - the sinkhole, that was. Neither she nor her parents were anywhere near the park, thankfully, but the hospital had been in a state of steady commotion over the days afterward, patients coming and going, Mediwitches and Healers alike offering their services at the scene. She was glad that there hadn’t been as many casualties, or at least the numbers were less than in previous summer disasters, but it was still devastating all the same.

“It really is,” she said with a small smile, taking in the lush and colorful greenery again. “In light of what happened, I’d say that this is a lovely tribute to those affected.” She had half a mind to ask if the woman had been near when the sinkhole happened, but wondered if perhaps that was too personal after a first meeting. Instead, she asked, “Do you have a personal favorite from among the plants here?” Tor always thought a person’s favorite plant or flower said something about who they were, so she was genuinely curious.