Hushed Willows not idly do the leaves of lorien fall

Starbuck listened to the message attentively, committing them to memory. As she departed she would continue to mumble them under her breath, adding a physicality to the memory. Currently, she only listened, and noted that Larkspur seemed emotional. Well, why wouldn't she?

The last piece of Larkspur's message, the most heartfelt, caused some ugly jealousy to seize up. Starbuck was quick to quash it. Sharing was caring, and goddamnit did she care. I will, she said kindly. Deirdre will forgive you, dear Larkspur. I am sure of it.