[She looks down at the tattoo, running a thumb over the edge of one barren limb. She can still remember the day she got it...a sunny afternoon as opposed to the quiet evening. She was with friends this time rather than by herself, being a brat because dad told her no.
This one she'd thought about, rather than letting her gut guide her. She'd thought long and hard...she'd sketched the tree out very carefully. It had to be perfect...
She let her clothes fall back into place, looking up at Lydia again.]