[ ..Ah. One hand gently cradles the paper flower, their other hand an open palm with a light sparkle of black stars that gleam around the item.. until they hold it up and it starts to float with gentle little twirls in place. ]

When I see them, I think of you. [ Of how happy Yves looks in this moment. In that moment before with the blossom. They mean more to them than they can say or put in the words. But the fond is there, as they peer down at the paper flower. That they are something so important to Yves and his family.. they want to remember that. ] I can treasure them for the connection.. and since it also comes with a memory, of you giving it to me, in this moment.

..All the reason more to remember it.