At least he gets a bit of a grateful look at that, even if it's brief. She turns her attention to some of the more wilted flowers near the bench and reaches out a hand, Light filling her palm. "No need to uproot them... They've been here much longer than me, anyway."

Even before she touches them, the flowers seem to reach for her and blossom to full health.

She sighs. "I... probably should leave the manor at some point, though..." Maybe that's some guilt in her voice, because uh... oops.