Like Fang, Vanille had been worried since they'd woken up, yet again, in a place they didn't recognize. But it was not in Vanille's nature to lash out, to shake things up until perhaps what they were looking for might fall into their laps, and so she had chosen to distract herself from her worry, to try making friends with the others who found themselves in this strange place, and to take care of the flower she'd found herself attached to.

Whether she'd as yet been successful with the former was debatable, but the latter had proven to be quite a triumph, as her flower (and Fang's) had bloomed big and deep red with the rising sun. The scent was nearly intoxicating, and Vanille had been unable to contain her joy when Fang suggested they explore for exploring's sake, rather than look for a way out.

She squeezed Fang's hand lightly as they walked, enjoying simply being with her. "Mmm. I'm worried about the others," she said, "but I'm glad not to have to think about my brand." There was a hint of guilt in her tone, but the day was too beautiful for her to dwell on such things. "It's good to be able to stop running, for awhile."