[ She's quick to notice the look on his face and understands it in the same moment, a gentle smile on her lips as she tightens the link of their arms, as if to somehow comfort. After all, she understands lost memories perhaps better than most would, and so she feels her heart go out to him. ]

They're beautiful— I'm sure the blue ones would be too, but these ones... um, I think they catch the moonlight perfectly.

[ If he doesn't remember, she thinks, perhaps they can make their own meaning... at least for now. Her head tilts as they walk, a thoughtful expression crossing her young features. ]

Where I'm from, blue flowers... um, they mean trust, I think. Loyalty. [ Which, she thinks, is something unending— something that doesn't give up. ] And white are usually innocence... So maybe these ones can be, um... "a heart that is pure". At least for right now?