"Imagining what you might like to do for fun in your private time, I suppose," she said truthfully. There was a hint of a smile; she hadn't really given up her curiosity about the Glaive.
The train shook as it moved along on its tracks, and whether or not she meant to bump him gently with her knee it couldn't be said for certain. There wasn't an abundance of space in a crowded cab, after all, and anything was possible. Her spirits were up at least, that much was obvious, and she seemed to allow herself to relax a bit in Nyx's company.
"For example," she said, trying to steer the conversation around carefully, "I used to tend to the flowers back home. Even if it was something of tradition, I still found joy in it."
Lunafreya couldn't imagine a garden to rival that of the Tenebrae palace and its wealth of colorful sylleblossoms. Even so, she thought she might like to see the local flowers here and perhaps raise some of her own.