"Even if...perhaps only to ensure you never forgot to touch the earth at times" she agreed with a small, warm smile. A garden for her sister, not a terrible gift to give at all.

Her hands pause for a moment, not used to an offer in kind. She'd brushed the sisters hair because their joints pained them, and the brushes were to small to hold...and her mother simply...because. But, her own hair is well past her hips, and wild with waves when left to it's own devices. "...yes?"