'Not really,' Flora answered. 'I come inside if the wind is too strong.' Bella got the opinion that Flora approved of the turtle, though she wasn't offering up her reasons why. Bella just tried to focus on the humans in the room. "Oh, yes, I think so," she answered Linnea. "I can fasten the linnaeas to the edge, and I think they'll stay." And she began to do just that, as Flora turned to track her progress. Flora was the sort who never wanted to miss a single thing. She watched all she could with a critical eye, always eager to throw in her two cents. Like now, when she turned up to Linnea.
'You should tell her the pink ones are your namesake,' the bird said, solemnly. 'Every little girl wants their mother near when they don't feel well.' Bella had trouble imagining that of the girl she'd met the previous day, but she still smiled warmly at the idea. "That's true!" She always missed her mother terribly on the days where she wanted nothing more than to curl up and think of anything but how sick she felt. Kind of like... huh. Kind of like right now. When Bella stopped to really think about it, she realized that she felt okay. But Linnea didn't. With her empathy the way it was, it was sometimes hard to filter through what she felt and what other people felt. Of course, just because she realized this feeling was coming from Linnea didn't mean Bella stopped feeling it. She paused, and looked up to the woman again. "I could get you a stool if you'd like to sit a moment. Would you like a glass of water?"