It's strange to watch someone else produce a flower when it's just been her for over a year now. It was nothing for herself, her mother, or the various flower nymphs to produce flowers like that, but a stranger that is none of those things? It's kind of fascinating to both watch and feel the way his magic flows.

And the flower itself delights her. She hops up from the chair so she can take it and get a better look at it.

"It's beautiful. What is it?"