The garden was in a sad state, but she wasn't in any mind to begin thinking of the preparations to fix it. The tedious hours of weeding and pruning felt overwhelming as she sat besides Daniel. Was it her own anxieties manifesting over being home or the darkness radiating from him? "It will heal." She said easily, staring at the now dead bush she planted in memory of her father. "Just as all things do."

"Shall we head in? We'll catch a chill if we're out here much longer." Freya asked after a minute or two.