"Why, what's wrong?" her brows knitted together in concern, yes, he had been a massive jerk, but she hadn't been lying about holding out her hand. Hadn't been lying then, wasn't lying now.

At the mention she merely gave a small smile and an idle shrug.

"Cut flowers do eventually die," she offered, knowing quite well that wasn't what he meant. "But offer a bit of brightness at least for a little while."