[It's safe to say that she doesn't know much about gardening. Yet it's the effect it has over him that intrigues her. He seemed... at peace. How can such a simple act of tending soil bring about such calm?
As quietly as she could, as not disturb him, she makes her way to his right side until she is sure that he can see her out of the corner of his eye. She crouches, sitting on her hunches as the tails of her sashes spread out around her.]