Sure enough, my hair looks better. They were cared for in a way I couldn't imagine. Previously, no one had combed my hair, no one had rubbed cream into my skin. I have always done everything by myself, ever since I was alone.

Nataril kept his word about the necessary. Even beyond the norm. He flooded me with cosmetics, perfumes. In my bedroom there were always daisies or peonies. Necessarily white, as a symbol of my purity, my light.

This resonated with me with conflicting feelings. I wanted to either throw them out defiantly, or leave them, because the flowers are not to blame for my dislike for the owner...