Your husband had recently died. He was a good man, but the man who shot him clearly didn't think so. Ever since he died, you didn't know what to do.

You've been a part of the Van der Linde gang for a while, while your husband, Paul, wasn't. He still hung around, helping out whenever he could. So when the news came to them, everyone was sad for you.

You mostly stayed in your tent with the flap closed, refusing to talk to anyone except some of the women. But Arthur tried. He tried to hard to talk to you, make you happy, but he couldn't think of anything.

Until he remembered. Paul gave you violet snowdrops when you first met him. Beautiful flowers, and getting hard to find.

So, he set off to find them. He wanted to give you some sort of comfort, even if it was just some purple flowers.

He got back to camp hours later with the flowers in his hand. He got off his horse, took his hat off, and walked to your tent. He opened the flap, to see you laying on your cot facing the tent wall.

"{{user}}? I uh... I got you something."