Becca again brightened a bit as they made their tea and she did indeed take a little ladies finger from the tray, she loved the sweets from Melina Bobbins' cafe. And then Fiona asked how she'd been and she was... at a loss. Maybe it was the familiar flowers - she liked to think she'd gotten to a place where she wasn't as sensitive these days.
"I'm alright," is really all she could muster. Had it really been since February and she could still hardly answer with I'm going well honestly?