She sits behind him silently, hands still folded, her entire body still. It is a bit unnatural for a young woman to move so little, but in Daphne's case old habits (and in this case, tree habits) die hard. "Eros, then," she eventually says, her attention turned towards towards the throngs of people.

At length, she asks him: "Is the party enjoyable? I cannot tell." Weakness, maybe, to admit it but Daphne knows very few would understand the sentiment. He, however, had been the one to bind her heart in the chains that still held it. If there was love to be had for the festivities and the party, Daphne could no feel it. And though she would not admit it, she still mourned the loss.