[she came back from her facial so quickly...! But through the flowers they go, careful as can be. Though the one she picked earlier didn't seem to have an effect, there's a thin black miasma hanging in the air here with how many have been crushed or snapped. She might find that it's harder to breathe, that there's a tickle in the back of her throat urging her to cough even more than the thick smell of blood.

As they approach, she'll be able to get a good look at the figure: it's the body of a young woman dressed in resplendent royal silks, torn to shreds and dyed such a deep red that it looks as black as the flowers under the moonlight. Her beautiful dusty brown hair is streaked with blood, her arms and legs bent at painful-looking angles, as though god discarded her here like a broken doll. She's covered in violent injuries and her eyes stare half-lidded and unseeing into the night sky.

Then, her mouth just barely moves.

Liam... My sweet boy, is that you...?

The way he literally just got done scolding Scien about entertaining these hallucinations, but what else can he do? He immediately moves to kneel by her side, reaching for her cold and bloody hand, everything about him so openly tender.]

Yes - it's me, Mother. I've come to see you and I've brought a wonderful friend along with me... She's kind enough to come all this way.