"...A crisis." Adalet echoes the word, voice softer than before.

There aren't just aconite and lotus growing here, actually. Here and there, you can see little clumps of white flowers: snowdrops—the upturned, six-petaled variety that some call Star of Bethlehem. Nearby, a wild rose briar has begun to grow up around a fallen log. (Were those roses there the last time you looked?)

"Yes. Yes, that's a word for it."