The indulgence makes Derrica smile, even if her immediate pleased reaction is tempered by wariness over their surroundings and the small, futile hope that there's someone here who could explain. Maybe if there is, maybe they would know—

Well.

There's so much she hadn't been able to learn before the Annulment. And it's not something she can explain, had Isaac pressed. He hasn't, and she breathes a little easier as she mirrors him, freeing her own staff before she begins walking inwards, beneath the scraggly, ominously decorated trees.

"What are we going to do with all of these?" She asks as she gently bats a low-hanging doll aside. Part of it crumples away, and she feels almost guilty about it.