[ She nods. That's a bit of a depressing topic... It always is whenever it comes to her realm and her living conditions. Proud as she is of her work, loving as she is of the dead- It doesn't make it any less painful. An eternity trapped in this place is...

... More than any mortal could hope to endure. ]

Correct. The soil is infertile. [She tilts her head down.] All of my attempts at growing flowers have been unsuccessful.

[ She could just dismiss it on her not being any good at it, but after Enkidu himself tried and failed... It's just the way things are. Nobody can grow in the land of the dead. Trying to do so is futile. ]

Risking your life to save others. A noble endeavor. [At least, she assumes that's what it's all about.] Too many are those who die before they could experience life. Their longing, their regrets, their sorrow...

[ ... A Goddess of Death is supposed to be scary and love death, not think like that. She clears her throat and stands up. She probably should leave so she can put herself together. Improvised small talk isn't her thing at all! ]

My apologies. I believe I should withdraw to my quarters.