Even after Slade silently arrived, Jinny just let herself cry for a while. It felt good, somehow. She hadn't cried since this had all happened. At one point, she finally started to talk.

"I miss them. A lot. I had a dream about them, and it was really nice. And then I woke up and it wasn't true, and that made me really sad." She paused, shifting with obvious discomfort. "Thank you for bringing me here, Uncle. I'm happy you did. But... I'm sad you did too?" It was the most she could explain at her age. Tears started to drip again, and she grabbed her favored doll and started to cry more.

Once her tears ran out, she looked up to him and asked an odd question.

"Do you have any crayons? I want to draw pictures." Her dark eyes were pink and puffy from crying, and she still looked worn out from her botched training session earlier. "My head doesn't hurt anymore. I promise." Right now, she had the overwhelming urge to do... something. Even if she wasn't fully sure if drawing pictures would help her feel better, she just had to do it.

"Maybe we can draw pictures together."