[Please hold, Asch. Did that flower just... bloom right in her hand? That has never happened before, and it's... it makes her feel a little humble, very impressed, happy... and most of all, grateful. Asch, who says you aren't a romantic?

Finally, her expression turns into a little smile, and... she honestly looks kind of touched.]

It's... beautiful, Asch. [Stella leans her weight against his shoulder, unable to take her eyes off of the flower.] It reminds me of a flower back home... Harriet. They'd only bloom at night, and they'd glow just like this, though they were pink instead of white.

... I always wanted to hold one like this. [And for obvious reasons, though maybe not to Asch... She couldn't. She could only watch as they'd bloom and give such a beautiful glow. So, him giving her a flower like this, the selenia, it's...]