(SE) let's bury all these fears

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Aurelia's taken aback by the sudden inquiry, tilting her head up, staring at Melita for a few moments before her gaze drifts, and so does her mind. "My world wasn't... there wasn't a lot to like. Always too much going on to really... think about what I wanted," she sighs. The weight's lifted, though, as she adds more cheerfully, "but I liked cooking dinners with my family. It was.. nice, especially when we made pies," She grins then, letting the woes of her former world roll off her back.

There's still a sliver of hope that one day she might reunite with her sisters but, as it stands now, there's nothing she can do. No point in souring the moment. She brings her stare back, brightened once more, "What about you?"

She can't help but to laugh alongside Melita, "Yes, don't you want to be cool?" She asks rhetorically, but of course she's only teasing.

Melita clarifies what Aurelia already suspects; it was a gift from the heralds. "Ah, you and your many gifts!" She rolls her eyes in feigned annoyance, but then amusement bubbles back up and she smiles ambitiously, "Maybe one day I'll catch up to you." She leans back on one hand, settling into the cool breeze as bees circle lazily around her flowery crown.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep