[ The second Dion says "I received word", Joshua knows immediately. Clive. Only Clive would have known about this flower, that it was one of his fondest memories of their childhood garden. But that he told Dion this... He can't help but laugh, softly, almost disbelieving.

And Dion wants to plant a whole garden of them. A field, even. It wipes the surprise clean from his face, warmth settling in in its place. The flower is gladly taken, his fingers gently tracing the petals. Founder, it smells the same as he remembers it. ]

These were planted in our garden at Rosalith Castle... I always loved them. As a child, I thought they were made of treasure, until I kept one in a box overnight and witnessed the truth firsthand.

[ As he speaks, the tone of his voice turns incredibly fond, eyes softening as he looks over the flower he hasn't seen in eighteen years. But that softness gets turned up to Dion in kind, and he laughs quietly, thoroughly humbled by the gesture. ]

I would love nothing more than to plant an entire field of them with you, Dion. I know just the place, in fact.