he doesn’t know anything about flower language, but instinct would lead him to believe this represents purity, just like his own. he doesn’t know how to make the connection between what’s happening to him and what’s going on with her.
but, she at least seems to understand what the problem is. he shows her his own flower with some caution, more afraid of himself than of her. he doesn’t want to ruin this tentative peace. ]
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[ dextera stares down at the white rose.
he doesn’t know anything about flower language, but instinct would lead him to believe this represents purity, just like his own. he doesn’t know how to make the connection between what’s happening to him and what’s going on with her.
but, she at least seems to understand what the problem is. he shows her his own flower with some caution, more afraid of himself than of her. he doesn’t want to ruin this tentative peace. ]
Ignore what I’m saying.
[ that’s the best advice he can give. ]
…but I really do like red hair.