Just think about it

Jane spoke of her love for the flowers and Bowen chuckled softly. It was interesting, the different things that ones could come to love. Silence fell between the two and Bowen watched Jane methodically care for the plants around them. Bo continued to do what she could for the plants, popping off the heads of dead and crusted blooms, removing weeds and the like. The caramel fae didn't need to speak. She could tell that her company was good enough for Jane and Jane's was certainly good enough for her. In time, the woman's chin found one tucked paw and her emerald eyes became heavy. The warmth of the greenhouse was lulling her into an extreme sense of calm. If she allowed herself, she would quickly fall asleep. Best distract herself with more conversation.

"How is Emile?" The fae asked softly. Jane's brother had been one of her first friends. They weren't friends any longer, but she found that she still cared about the man's well being. He'd been a ghost around the castle for a long time. In fact, her last encounter with him had been one of utter embarrassment as her anxiety and his had clashed in a confined space. Thankfully she was no longer that wretched creature, but she didn't quite know how to approach her old friend.

"Bowen Carpathius"