[Maker, she's so beautiful, so charming. He doesn't want to leave from under the power of the heat of her smile. He wants to take her back to the barracks, if he's honest.]

I'm sure I haven't the faintest myself, but it's a good idea to rescue them before one of the others walking around here trample them underfoot.

[Which would be a shame, considering he's half-certain that they might be the reason they've been stuck together and forced to tell the truths they've been keeping buried. He feels the loss of her hands once they're gone and he suddenly feels much colder all of a sudden.

Once she's rescued the flowers and is holding them again, he steps forward to take her hand and press his lips to the back of it. If he lets her go, he's not sure that she'll be back despite her confession.]

I hope that I get to see you again soon.