[Ephemera tips his head back. He had a feeling Drake would find him, sooner or later. Unlike the last time he got drunk, he's not feeling awful and confused. Mostly he's tired. Remembering things. Family.

Silently, he hands the metal rose to Drake.]

My sister. She made these. Welded 'em to her helmet. Her and Dane. Thought it was a little tacky, honestly, but they liked 'em.