A part of her can't help but feel disappointed at the answer, but she doesn't blame him. She can't, even if she wanted to. It isn't his fault that his memories are so muddled, but she can't help but feel as though if she gradually reminds him of the dear moments they shared together as children, everything will come flooding back to him. Still, she has to be grateful that she has März back at all, regardless of his lapse of memories. She watches him as he approaches the flowers, the trace of a smile on her face. "Ever since your..." She hesitates to even say the word. "...ah, passing, I've visited this place daily. Tending to the flowers was only the least I could do."