[If she weren't so ill she'd probably connect the dots. Realize that maybe it's his story he just told her. But it all seems so fantastic that it's easy to just think of it as a legend... like the eight headed serpent or the snow woman tale... a fanciful, long adventure...]

That'd be nice... You could plant them by the spider lilies...

[Absently, she reaches up to her now damp hair, patting the bun nearly come undone from all her tossing and turning.]

My mother puts flowers in my hair for festivals... and my tail, too... but they only last a few hours...