[ She shakes her head lightly, eyes on the garden. ]

It's not your fault, really. It's...hard to mourn in a place like this, so...everything reminds me of her, truthfully.

[ A breath, a few moments to collect herself. ]

She was a sweet girl, she was. A...strong woman. [ Stronger than Rebecca ever gave her credit for. ] I think, given the opportunity, she would've gotten along with most people here.