She stands when he does, following his gaze towards the well with an unreadable expression. "It...is probably better that you do not remember, then. It is much too horrible to recall." She hadn't witnessed it, but even hearing about it was more than enough to send a chill down her spine. She did not understand how some people in the world could be so cruel as to do that to a young child and his mother with no remorse.

When he refers to the flowers, she gives a solemn nod. "Those are the roses that we had gathered together as children." She gives a faint laugh as a thought suddenly comes to mind. "Do you remember, Mär, when you placed one in my hair...?"