At least she doesn't mind what he's become -- herself is a little different, but it's a different story and she can't tell it to anyone without fumbling and breaking her words into pieces. So she sits on the edge of what's called her bed (though really, it's more like a cot, a place for her to shut off her mind and let the manipulation take over) and stares at him.

Carefully, she lets her lips form a hesitant smile. Nothing like her old smiles, carefree and effortless. This one takes work; Jade has to think about it to hold it in place.

"Hi, Ladon. How are you?" The speech is slow, deliberate. She tries to keep herself in one piece for him, because she knows that he expects it.