"It's frustrating when they don't understand." She commented with a sigh. Mother wasn't thrilled with her career, but Jo had always been an adventurer. To cease exploring now would be a fate even worse than Alfred's. Death would surely be a better outcome than being trapped. "My parents were even more irate when I convinced Saturn to travel with me. Not that it took effort, mind you, he has the itch to travel such as I."

She turned to face him on the bed, her knees bent besides her. The vines were there when she woke up as though that was where they'd always been. Jo had only the foggiest memory of the process and an even foggier memory of the stories themselves. Each curl of the vine was punctuated with the outline of a flower. They were beautiful, for sure, Jo only wished she understood the meaning behind them.

"Yeah. Not recently, I don't think anyway. They weren't sore or anything." The pain had been one of her worst fears when considering a tattoo. Waking up to the healed vines was shocking. "The Florida Man nonsense made them appear. I woke up that morning with them."