[Ginia folds her hands together and rests her chin on them. It was a comforting old habit for her, one she always did when she didn't feel like talking or needed time to think on something. Occupied hands were silent hands. Now, even though she could talk, they still had the same purpose. Her life hadn't been easy. Nothing about life was, but sometimes it felt like whatever force controlled the world really liked seeing her kicked in the teeth.

She smiles faintly at Helios, appreciating his words and understanding. They'd both been through a lot. Maybe too much, but so went life. Even Ginia knew others had it worse than her. Wasn't that why she fought? Why she even killed? To stop anyone else from going through the things she did?]

I was thinking about that. Alice planted tulips for her, I've planted buttercups for her. But... maybe going back later would be nice.