It was almost jarring to hear her English name when her memories were flooded with thoughts of Denmark. But it reminded her not only of what had been, but what was. Faustus for instance. And Fallon. And the woman she had grown into. She might never be able to return to her childhood, but she could enjoy her life as it was now.

"Oh-" Honestly Malou wasn't sure what she had been about to say, but the sight of him gathering the flowers stopped her words before they could spill over her lips. Instead a dreamy smile slid over her lips. "Thank you." She murmured instead, feeling grateful to have this reminder of her parents, her home, but also a new memory to connect the flowers to - Faustus. She met his gaze, wanting to lean in and kiss him, but hoping instead that her words held enough weight for him to understand how deep felt her sentiment was.