She felt serene. Lulled into a false sense of peace and comfort by the atmosphere and the sugar she'd had earlier. Made her thoughts louder even than usual.

Tak Asakura.

He was like her. Suspicious, lonely, cleverer than most. Aslan had seen it all in him when they'd met. It was the same stirring that had brought her along to Daxton Prince (however badly that had ended) but softer.

She was certain he was an orphan, the assumption was strong enough to be fact now, but she wouldn't voice it. Whether it was her conscience or a lack of confrontational energy Aslan didn't know, but for now she would keep those words buried under her pink tongue.

"Why do you hate it?" She asked softly, still staring up at the leaves and the light that shine through them.