The tears did slow as she began to think properly. Her joy was overwhelming, but there were other concerns. She offered a sympathetic smile. Luke had thanked his former master as he died. She could only imagine how Asch must feel. And guilty though it made her feel she relished in that light touch.

She frowned at his explanation, not for the most part liking or understanding it. To feel death... it seemed like such a horrible thing. But now he was here, and that was strange but this was one gift horse she wouldn't look in the mouth. And there was one other thing she didn't understand.

"Fountain?"

She looked around the room again now that there was no glass distorting her view. It looked old, decrepit, poorly lit. She could see that there were other tubes as well, and decided that she would like to step out of hers now.