Flora bloomed to the entirety of the sector, following signs painted with a glittery arrow-- pointing this way and that. Words of comfort placed within his mind, offering this day to the Princess; he knows recent developments have kept him distant. Knowing it may have been better this way, he realises these actions would only hurt himself more-- and unable to cope through the pain of Asseylum’s tears, he couldn’t give this up. 

     For the first time in a long time, excitement lingers within the count. As simple as this festival may be, flowers were a single commodity which he could be excited for. Garnering the florets which remained within the single room they shared, safe to say he may need to collect seeds to plant. 

     “Have you seen the flower crowns, Princess?” kindness view in his tones, digits reach out pointing towards the station; watching as other residents calmly work on their own crowns. “They are magnificent.” Reminiscing of a past he was forced to forget, eager to try this task once again-- he could only hope Asseylum might enjoy something special.