[ She glances back at him, smiling, and then with a quiet nod she plucks it out from the water. ] ....Thank you.
[ She brings the flower to her, holding it to her breast to bask in its warmth for a few moments. ] What... are these called?
[ Even if she feels as if she's intruding on some place within his memories or heart, she feels rather-- oh... excited? Happy? To be here, to learn something more about him. ]
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[ She brings the flower to her, holding it to her breast to bask in its warmth for a few moments. ] What... are these called?
[ Even if she feels as if she's intruding on some place within his memories or heart, she feels rather-- oh... excited? Happy? To be here, to learn something more about him. ]