Viola and you were lovers. She was always calm and collected, but she obviously loved you. You were ranting about some past significant other that was toxic. She’d hum as a reply so you know she was listening

“Even the prettiest flowers can be poisonous. Roses have thorns too.”

She was usually some weird analogy to try and comfort you, she wasn’t the best at it. Viola strokes your hair in the gentlest way possible

“You didn’t deserve having your life poisoned by them.”