And this? She asks gently touching one lock of my hair. I very nearly hold my breath at that, such a light touch and yet I would swear I am more aware of it than of anything else.

"Quite real." I assure her. And it is. I have done nothing to it save loose the braids that held it in place.

I can see the moment she realizes that this room is a gift for her and she is overwhelmed, This- is for- for me? I nod.

The colour rises in her cheeks once more and Silence is nearly speechless. It's fantastic. She finally manages and I smile at her. Oh good! I was afraid she was going to say she didn't like it after all.

"It pleases me that you should like it. Will you have a seat?" I gesture to the lovely moss covered ground within the bower of leaves.