"Maybe. I'm gonna try it. Just on the off chance my brain gets eaten by some kinda alien plant hivemind, suddenly awakened by our emotional connection- I bequeath all my stuff to whoever grabs it first."

They reached out, gently, cupping one of the lilies with both hands. "Alright... tell me what's wrong, little flower. You're sick, you're far away from home, right? But you can grow bigger than this..."

It felt silly, talking to a plant like this. They knew from experience that singing or talking to plants didn't help them grow at all- but in an almost-literal dream world...

And there it was, something like a spark, warmth inside their chest that flowed out to their fingertips- and the lily bloomed, perked right up in their hands- and a few others nearby, too. "Okay. That... was unexpected."