His answer to her request made her face light up with joy. She took his hand again, needing that contact. "Of course you can. You are Apollo. You could ask anything of me." She looked to him then, with more devotion and adoration then she'd ever had before. Or ever would again.
"I only wish to give flowers to you." Artemis wasn't factoring into her equations right now. She wanted to please him, get him to love her as she loved him. "Where are we going for lunch? Or rather, where would you like to go?"
If she knew he had difficulties she would probably try to mend those. She only wanted to make him happy, and decided that perhaps she should follow Echo's example. The fact that she was supposed to be a sworn virgin was forgotten for the moment.