Laudna had been close to reaching out to Imogen and pulling her near, through their telepathic link, but hadn't quite brought herself to do it yet. Feeling sorry for herself wasn't in her nature, she was the type to hold her head high and move on from adversity, not the type to wallow in self pity.
But here she was, on the ground, likey looking even more a fright than normal. She felt a bit ashamed by it, as she was discovered.
"It's a lovely tree, isn't it?" Her words didn't match the fact that she was still touching it lightly, and the wetness on her face was telling of the tears that had fallen. Were they black? She wasn't sure, but sometimes that was the case, depending on how drippy she was that week. But she sounded so-- Laudna. Musical, hopeful, optimistic. The way that Imogen liked to describe her. "I hadn't seen it like-- this. Flourishing." Doing what Laudna had never been able to when she had lived. It wasn't until recently, when she'd met all of those amazing people inside, that she felt like she could do just that again.