Tyrhallan took Eilis to the gardens hidden behind the building. Half of it being a hot house through which they moved to get outside and into the gardens themselves. There outside a gentle wind rustled the leaves and made the flowers dance in their respective patches with a path leading one down into the green filled sweet smelling garden. 
There he slowed his pace and stopped taking a deep breath, letting the air fill his lungs as he closed his eyes. 
"You'll have to forgive my Uncle Eilis..." Tyrhallan started. "I believe he only meant well and thinking of your future by suggesting we'd go to the very place you escaped from."
Eilis moved up to one of the flowering plants Lady's glove and watched a little bee work with a busy buzz eager to gather all the nectar it could.
"I, I don't blame your uncle Tyrhallan, it's just...I just wonder sometimes whether I ever will be able to escape that place." She said with a morose sigh fingering one of the flowers.
Tyrhallan gazed up at the clouds in the skies. "I don't know, Eilis, but what I have learned throughout my life is that running away hardly ever solves the problem. Often it draws the inevitable out, maybe us going back will allow you to one day find your true freedom this way, wouldn't that be worth it?"
"Maybe." She spoke pondering the potential outcomes of it all as she let her fingers touch the many plants in their path. 
Tyrhallan looked with pity at her before the sound of cannons in the distance distracted him, claiming his attention.
"They're getting close." He whispered softly.