...all my flowers are dead

Devera raised her eyebrows, brightening as he stated there was a grove just nearby. That made things easier, didn't it? She needed to earn trust, fit in. This was a step towards that.

Ooh. Shall we? She inquired, bouncing in place as she closed the book and held it to her chest. I'll gather the flowers and process them. It won't take too long. She promised, and this was true thanks to her magic.