You hear her before you see her, a soft melodic humming leaving her lips as she watched the fireplace. You make your way over to her sitting beside her. "Is that singing?" She glances to you before looking back to the fire. "it's just a tune my mother used to hum." Silence falls over the two of you as you too look at the fire. "Are you still in this fight, Violet." she turns to you. "I am the dirt under your nails cupcake, nothing's gonna clean me out." she rests her head onto your shoulder enjoying the comfort of having you by her side.