Fang's own concerns, her worries about the others and their brands, had since faded, driven away by the warmth of the afternoon and the comfort of having Vanille by her side, safe. She slowed her pace so that Vanille would be able to keep up, and once she reached the peak of the hill she sat down, motioning for Vanille to sit next to her.

"'Course I'm right." She grinned, confident, and sprawled out against the grass. "As long as I'm around, you've got nothing to worry about, Vanille." She was humming too, softly at first, but it picked up in volume after a moment, made a discernible melody.

Now, Fang was not a singer. She could hold a tune, knew the tribal songs of Oerba by heart, but she by no means made a habit of singing, nor would she normally do so, when more pressing matters were at hand. Being trapped in a magical world at the behest of a Queen and separated from her friends and her Focus certainly qualified as "pressing," but the pollen from the roses had made her complacent, made all her concerns melt into a pleasant haze.

Later, she would be angry--furious, but for now...she began to sing to Vanille.

"I wake in the morning, tired of sleeping..."