[She blinks, taking stock of the small vines from one plant that are trying to slither their way out the door in their slow way. Opening the door yields... well, a lot.

Yes, he won't want for little treasures from Felih, that's for sure. But one problem remains... she yells down the hall from the doorway.]

What are you going to do with it all? The plants could get to be a bit much without someone to tend to them.

[Hades, she imagines, is probably not a nurturing person when it comes to gardening. But that's to say nothing of the odds and ends within along with the plants, various books and trinkets she's sure had a value to Felih that may never be known.]

Gods, Felih, you lived like this?

[Irony coming from the one who will mess multiple rooms of her home up for the purpose of crafts.]