Eleanor seemed to be thinking this over, her gaze back on the distant flowers now, eyes slightly narrowed. Maybe it was different for her, all she'd really felt for the memories she'd regained were...anger. Frustration. Curiosity maybe. Nothing like love or friendship.

What did that even mean, really?

"Well," she finally looked back, offering a thin smile. "I suppose it doesn't really matter, since we're away from there now. You certainly did a better job running from that I did." Her curiosity was a bit spiked now about all these feelings Chloe had, but she had no place to really ask about them.