[ She's quiet for a long while before she says anything. The room's not silent by any means with all the commotion from the yard filtering up to the roof but it doesn't hit her ears quite as right this time. It sounds fake. The air's too still. She can't feel the sun.

Her home is a total disaster. But she still misses it.

She gives a considering little hum before finally deciding to admit something. ]

This is the first time I've pulled up an image home in here, you know. I didn't want to let myself do it before now. I didn't... trust myself with it.