Nothing but roses and poppies, naught that the Underworld had to offer – she remembered it well. But it was as much a part of her as anything else – the words made her lips tingle, but she willed them back. Instead, she picked a narcissus – her flower, the flower made just for her – and placed it in her hair, tucking it behind her ear. The light faded, and the surroundings changed. She was alone, sitting by herself next to the most massive dog she had ever seen. "It is a pleasant fiction, is it not?" she asked him, in much the manner one speaks to animals when alone, petting one of the heads of the large, bronze-barking dog. The typically ferocious, pitiless guardian of Hades lay tame and still, quiet and listening to her as she spoke, serpent's tail wagging contentedly as the other pair of heads competed for attention.
She sighed softly, hugging Chl– her mother tightly. “And I, you, mother?” she asked. She felt herself smile again. “But all that’s done now, and now, we’re here, together.”