Uh... huh. That is the exact weight of the expression on Gaia's face. Varré has been given a label in her mind. If it were a sticker, it would probably have red lines and some exclamation points indicating caution or warning.

But at least the teenager is perfectly capable of remaining civil. "You're trying to grow roses? In bloodstained soil?" Wait, bloody? Gaia's eyes widen. "Surely you're not talking about blood polluted soil?"

Color her very alarmed. For the moment she doesn't even register that Varré called this city blessed. She's already eyeing him over. Surely he didn't touch that soil with bare hands, did he?