when there's too many emotions

Delphine

"Oh... well, my mother was a botanist and apothecarist. So I grew up around plants, and modifying plants." She explained, sipping her tea once it was delivered.

"I'm... well, I paint--I make my own paints and canvasses..." She was hesitant to mention the next thing, but she knew it was a core part of her being. "I'm a healer... I'm still learning here, but back home I was one of the best." She'd worked hard to become one of the best, too. She also played a variety of stringed instruments, "And... well, I haven't played in a while, but I can play the harp... violin, piano." She shrugged idly.

She didn't like talking about herself.

Breaking off a piece of her bread, she dipped it into the honey and ate quietly, thankful that her mouth was full and she could not be expected to answer questions about herself anymore. "I'd love to work alongside you with your agricultural goal, though." She stated once her mouth was empty.

I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.