Ydalir is quiet for a moment, toying with an old necklace idly when Lucian comes in. And as she listens to his request, she nods slowly- she understands.

"Instead of something in return, I ask a favor: I will give you fresh flowers of your choice. I would like you to give half to another person in the grove, and find someplace suitable for them- a grave, a vase, or even a wreath for a door. Whatever you think of. The choice is yours."

For when grief hangs heavy overhead, what better way to alleviate than to share love? Feel free to request a change if this doesn't suit your needs!