"She'd never so much as suspected her gift until after the Surge, and then so much about her life that she had thought only slightly unusual made perfect sense; her green thumb, coupled with frequent insect infestations in her apartments and gardens; the fact that all of her friends' pets had lived to a ripe old age, and then only died when she wasn't around to say good-bye; and her unerring ability to pick the freshest vegetables without paying much attention to it, regardless of the overall quality of selection. Now she missed her husband, her children, all the friends she'd made under the pretense of being a mundane. No mere touch was ever going to bring back that life."
— Rising Stars: Ten Years After Novelization