"We must tend our gardens," Eva says, pausing a little outside the garden, giving Tom his safe distance should he decline her presence. It's been a while since she's gotten to talk to him, and with the way the ship operates, she wouldn't be surprised if he's recovering from some crisis or other. Stacy never leaves anyone to rest on their laurels for long, even without the drama of the people involved.

"Your garden's beautiful, Tom."

It's something he clearly tends to regularly, with great care. Of course. It's easier to tend something else than yourself, and they all have their reasons to avoid looking inwards any more than they have to. Tom has more than most, for all his self-awareness.

She wishes she could make something grow, purely tended, like that.