Change is a constant. We're in a nearly closed ecosystem 'ere, my love; I pay attention to everything alive in it.

[Iris feels so much more grounded, contented with her dogs. Their emotions and hers feed back into each other; she hadn't, she thinks, valued their simplicity of emotion nearly as much as she should, before.]

Ben too. You're being good for 'im. It's a new sort of confidence; like a butterfly's wings uncrumpling and drying. 'E's a very different kind of warden than I am. Then again, Victor's nowt like you, so that works out.

[She smiles, softly and unfocused on anything happening here and now.]

'E gave me stained glass for Christmas. I feel like I should make 'im summat nice with it.

[It's not a question; it is a space left open for suggesions, should Abigail feel like putting one in.]