[SEASONAL EVENT] belladonna

ASHE some people survive chaos, and that is how they grow,    Ashe glanced up at the explanation of the infirmary, frowning slightly. Remi must have been close to Isla then, and even aside from the pang of worry for the alchemist, there was a sense of regret in the loss. She had never even met the medic, she'd been one of those to come with a miniwave into Northaven, but there was something that resonated a little bit deeper when it was a Northavener. She hadn't exactly allowed connections with anyone new to form.. If she had been bad at making friends before, she had gotten much worse since her breakdown.    The assassin frowned back down to the tilled soil. She didn't see any digging tools in her immediate vision, and so she dug her hands into the soil, moving it aside to make room for a seedling. She smells that reached her were fresh and earthy, anchoring her down.    She looked up again at the former huntress with a small, closed-lipped smile. Sibling. The word was so strange to hear. She had those she considered her brothers, but.. She took a deep breath and reached for one of the potted herbs - yarrow, she believed - and frowned down at as she considered how to get it out of the pot without ripping it up entirely. At first she grabbed at the base of it's stem, close to the soil, but looking up at her mother and watching her had her thinking better. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" she asked quietly, skirting around the topic of her being a sister. It was a strange and uncomfortable concept to grasp, perhaps not bad but... as much as she was working to heal, to grow, she was a far cry from big sister material. and some people thrive in chaos because that is all they know.