[His smile dimmed for a moment, and memories of a dark future trickled in. A future where flowers were all but gone from the earth, made extinct within his lifetime by a war that had consumed everything. There was precious little beauty left in his time, and the only blossoms that remained were the most persistent ones. They may have been weeds, but they were all he had left to lay at his mother's grave.

But Inigo quickly brightened up again.]

Alorah, I have a fondness for dandelions as well! They may be common, but their bright, sunny faces never fail to lift my spirits.

If it is dandelions you love, then I will pick you a bouquet myself.