[ Perhaps Mizuki doesn't quite understand what is so incredible about them, but she can clearly hear the reverence in Aerith's voice. She watches as her fingers trace the petals, ever careful and gentle. Flowers say a lot, apparently... She just has to learn to listen.

She closes the distance between them, coming up behind Aerith as she picks a flower from the bunch. A yellow one. ]

There's an iris back home that grows in winter... a purple one. It's supposed to mean "good news and hope." I guess it's a little like that.

[ Different flowers with different meanings... She offers the flower to Aerith, though she has no idea what this particular sunny one might say. ]

What would you say with them?