[It's feeling more and more like Lumiere by the minute. Gardens in odd places scraping by, a whole population to feed. It's probably not so distant from how things were not long after the Fracture.
But as her mind drifts she reminds herself where she is again and it isn't Lumiere and it won't ever be. The grief is threatening and she'll clear her throat to push it back down and away from her words.]
Is the boiler broken, then?
[The rasp sounds worse while she's trying to not sound like there's a frog in her throat. But she's terrible at hiding it. Grief is sneaky and cruel. But she persists, trying to move her mind away.]
I'm.. not really much of a gardener. But I'll help if I can.
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But as her mind drifts she reminds herself where she is again and it isn't Lumiere and it won't ever be. The grief is threatening and she'll clear her throat to push it back down and away from her words.]
Is the boiler broken, then?
[The rasp sounds worse while she's trying to not sound like there's a frog in her throat. But she's terrible at hiding it. Grief is sneaky and cruel. But she persists, trying to move her mind away.]
I'm.. not really much of a gardener. But I'll help if I can.
[She should try, at least.]