Her brow furrows, nose wrinkling as he mentions the end of the world. "I'm not worried about fire. Or Earth and it's end. There's a lot worse than Earth you can deal with."

Which the memories of were nearly enough to ruin her mood, except that she's not in Hell. She's free... freeish, but it's still not Hell.

If only because of moments like this.

She flops back on her back, staring up at the sky with a wide eyed look and a bright smile.

"I am. I grew up in the swamps, and I spent my life running around barefoot, learning about the plants and the frogs and ways of the water and the land. Before this place, before Wonderland, I lost it all but this place? It gives it all back," she sighs, content and happy with this place.