[It's hard to leave offerings in a place where there's nothing to buy, nothing that lets them create as much as they could in the outside world but Elsa manages. With the constraints of her magic, she's able to produce a few small, icy flowers of various kinds - daisies, crocuses, daffodils - and tie them into a little bouquet. She does this each time for each of their dead - yes, even for the SQUIP - and was about to cross into the area of the garden with the benches, but pauses when she hears Eurydice sing.
It's... it's nice, hearing that sort of optimism now. Especially from Eurydice, who seemed as hard to open up as Elsa once was. It gives her hope, that they can still find a way out of here, and move past all this pain.]
... It won't be that much longer, until we can find a way to push back.
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It's... it's nice, hearing that sort of optimism now. Especially from Eurydice, who seemed as hard to open up as Elsa once was. It gives her hope, that they can still find a way out of here, and move past all this pain.]
... It won't be that much longer, until we can find a way to push back.