"She is beautiful then? My cities?" Her fingers curled around the bowl as she ducked her head away, trying to piece words together to pretend her mind was not a place of twisted grief. To function once more when she had not the words or heart to.
"Gabriel would promise to show me such things." It was so quietly admitted, her eyes glancing to the courtyard again, where so often he would change things around her to give her the freedom she longed for. "Perhaps you shall have to keep telling me of them, instead."