Bearclaw Valley Este's been losin' sleep.

He had noticed something. She couldn't tell what; but something about what she'd built here was worth the question.
Jus' playing, she answered. Swallowing some of the panic that his presence brought her - which she didn't understand, given how well he treated her. It was like some part of Indra knew who he was, even if her mind fought against that knowledge.
The... the flower, is for the lady, the one who visits. It wasn't entirely the truth but each symbol could be for multiple people, or anything, or nothing.
The stone is for the man. He... brings me things. Indra's face grows warm and she doesn't know why. She blames it on how nervous she feels.