I was going for a bit of corny 90s kid (?) iconography describing their imaginations - really the only objects that don't fold into the pastels here. This page went through a few color passes, IIRC; Valerie and I exchanged some ideas about boiling down the potlights and room shapes into their essence, and in the end she decided to remove the borders entirely, and create this wonderful dreamlike blur. I love that the lights still manage to hit Mar a little bit.
We're seeing through Jane's eyes here, when she has the easiest time looking at Marigold: when she's detached, in her own thoughts, not looking back at Jane. It's almost voyeuristic? I wanted Jane to fall in love with Marigold across time, to see a child and a tired woman, someone she concurrently loved 20, 30 years from now - just completely swept away. At this point she can't even rationally picture herself being a part of this person's world, but it's just too enticing not to try.
I think I should've presented the last panel bigger, and that gets in my craw. Part of a larger problem of displaying the comic at a slim, Tumblr-friendly size that I eventually couldn't stand anymore. I'm still very happy with the posing, the way Jane appears to still be in motion as she draws back.