Hotaru looked at Larel as she heard him, "Yea, it's her," she muttered before he asked the question, "It certainly has those old scars flashing themselves at the forefront of my memory again," she sighed, "But it's not like they haven't been a rather consistent nightmare all along, so I think I'll be okay," she shook her head before looking at him again, "Different topic, would you like something to eat? There's a place nearby if you want to give him time to get the rooms set up.Or we can just grab some ingredients and I'll make something," she offered. She really didn't want to talk about what she saw in her head. It was certainly more than just her parents death or even lingering things Sybil had left wandering in her head. There was something darker back there that she didn't want to try and make sense of at the moment. He and Mary had come just in time and therefore it didn't matter, did it?

Mera sighed softly, "Not helping myself any here," she whispered before closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the tree, trying to clear her thoughts. But something else came to her mind. A scolding... how dare she think of putting her emotions away again when Mary was so willing to bear the burden of what she had experienced.
"Damn it," She sighed, hitting her head on the tree, "I can't do anything right when it comes to trying to protect that girl," she whispered, putting a hand to her face, "If Nero were here, he'd have a thousand answers for what to do..." she shook her head before looking at her hand as she held it away from her face before turning it and looking at the back of it, "I suppose it's a good a distraction as any," she murmured before removing her bag from her hip, digging out a needle and ink made special for her by Nero, "Where to start....How about a brush for our dearly departed?" she mused removing her cloak and holding out her marked arms. Most hid scars from both the demon possessed fathers abuse and from battles she'd fought when Ferran was around to help cover them.