[ The moon on the lake... she never thought of it like that. She's not one to dwell on the beauty of anything though. Even the lunar tear would mean nothing to her if not for her grandmother. She tucks it back into her hair, silently appreciating that he didn't try touching it. ]

I used to have a lot more. They didn't make the trip with me. [ She's not surprised but disappointed all the same. ] If our worlds are gone... I wonder if there's any way to even grow one here.

[ It's not really a question for him; she doesn't know jackshit about growing flowers herself and she doesn't expect he does either. It's just a frustrating thought. ]