Whenever Freya returned from a visit with her ailing mother her first stop was to the greenhouse. Transitioning from Deanna's clingy possessiveness to Daniel's cool distance was an abrupt change, one she still wasn't accustomed to after years of dancing between the two. A few minutes (or sometimes a few hours) to collect herself before greeting her beloved husband served them both well. For Freya it was a way to accept his version of love, to further distance herself from her long abandoned ideals of what a marriage ought to look like. For Daniel it was the opportunity for Freya to shed the annoying habits she picked up from Deanna. An additional hour of separation harmed none.

The elves had strict instructions on how to care for the plants in the greenhouse throughout her absence, and she was pleased to find they had followed them exactly. Short of a few branches needing trimming (something Freya had forgotten to add to the list) all her beloved plants were in perfect order. The garden however…the garden was a disaster of epic proportions. Her carefully tended rose bushes were brittle and near dead from her abandonment of them several months ago. Deanna's illness had come on so abruptly this last time, requiring Freya to rush over without even packing her trucks nevermind being able to winterize the garden. It was simply yet another task she would now have to see to.

Freya noticed Daniel's presence immediately upon stepping from the greenhouse. A tender wave of familiarity washed over her as she gazed at him. Love or not, he was still her husband. He was still the first man to ever capture her attention as wholly as he did. Merlin knew their differences were vast, but Freya loved him in a way she would never truly comprehend. "Hello." She greeted warmly as she approached him. "I'm home."