Oddly enough, Letha's first endeavor when granted her freedom was to finally be alone, so she found herself going to the park, the one she used to frequent when she was younger. Her father always brought her her and Roman, they'd come here all the time. But it was all the children running around that made her gut wrench. It had been months with no word about her daughter, she was beginning to think that people were just afraid to tell her that she didn't make it. Would she need her to breast feed? Wouldn't the child need her mother at all? When another relatively young blonde sat down on the bench next to her with a small infant, she smiled weakly to her. "Your baby, she's beautiful. Striking eyes." The first conversation she'd had with someone who wasn't her mother or Pryce, and it was about someone else's child, or so she thought.