[ Eden couldn't handle looking at the thralls when not talking to them, receiving things from them, or taking care of sudden things like vines or wounds on their bodies. It's too unnerving for her to handle- which may be why she doesn't even ask for some fruit or anything else while waiting. ]

I do feel lucky about it. It's the longest I've been able to be around people, and learn about a lot of new things. It's just... I feel bad for my grandmother. She found and raised me, taught me to be her assistant, and now she's all alone. I don't know if her son will finally come back, or do something to take care of her.