Nora's journey was even more rushed than she had imagined.
Ever since she had lost a part of herself... a large part of herself, Nora had successfully rid herself of many troubles. She no longer needed to wear clothes, could eat as she pleased without worrying about getting too full, and did not need to use the toilet, among other things.
But she still had her own hobbies.
Nora had always liked growing flowers. Though it sounded like an ordinary hobby, it was somewhat of a luxury for her.
Previously, she had been leading the Resistance Army in battle and had neither the time nor the means to grow any.
Later, when she finally had time, she did not even have a body anymore.
She had once brought a pot of flowers from the Northern Territory to Castel, but in the end, she had no idea where it went.
This time, thinking she would be staying in the Northern Territory for a long while, she had secretly planted a few little flowers on the windowsill. With only a head, it was especially difficult, yet she did not want to trouble anyone else.
"I wonder if they'll wither," Nora murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Don't worry, Nora. I'll take care of your flowers." Gwen rubbed Nora's long hair, earning a glare from her.
Only after a moment did Nora realize. "...You knew?"
"Of course. You always hop over to the windowsill to check on the flowers every day. Everyone knows."
Nora felt her face heat up. She thought she ought to be stronger—would growing flowers make her seem weak?
Especially since everyone had noticed...
But, but those flowers really were beautiful.
Nora wrestled with herself for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something and sprang out of Gwen's arms.