It wasn't an especially peculiar favour, yet Phantom - Lucian - arched a delicate eyebrow nevertheless at Ydallir's request. He was prepared to give what she might ask of him, or find the object, person, or even answer that she might ask him to find in return, in exchange for his dear feline companion, but...it was still surprising to hear.

Even so, he nods. Perhaps he understood the logic hidden behind the veil of her words and her countenance, in his own way — recalling the bloodshed that had transpired in the Grove, ever since the priest burned those books. Not to mention the spirits of the dead that was already littering - even choking - the place, ever since he'd arrived here.

"Grief is the final translation of love," He replied, a sentiment that was both an echo of poets and a poem in itself. "But before I make my decision concerning the flowers, I must ask you a question. Since you mentioned a grave, does my receiver have to be a...living one? Another, who had been brought here?"

By the entity in the Forest, just like him. Of course, this part remained unspoken, although it hangs over them, like a shroud.

[ ooc: It works, thank you! Also wondering if I could ask Heimr for a shovel and how much would that cost if I could. ]