The power of gravity at work.

( She remembers some of what Cosima would speak of, germs and the irrelevance of miasma theory and the spirals in lifetimes. Her mouth tugs at the side with the little smile, though she looks away, idly taking up the flower crown and a couple of daisies. )

I’m told that training is strictly prohibited, for the foreseeable future. The— loss of that is proving more trying than I’d like to admit.

( Well might she hold vigil and be silent and still, but her training was a means of focus, weapon of discipline that she could turn against herself as well as others. To be denied that means of channeling her energies is difficult.

oh hey, and surprise, Franklin just rocked up and snooted the back of Cosima’s calf. He also has a flower collar, don’t judge her. )

Actually, I had— I hoped to apologise. For all that I was ragged, when I learned of your return, my behaviour was unfair in the extreme. You did nothing to deserve that, and— even if it were not unknightly,

( She rolls her eyes at herself, for that,) it was cruel and said in the heat of— nothing justified.

( A pause. ) I meant to ask if I could apologise, but...

( Apparently she just blathered. Cool. )