Luke was a little disappointed -- though unsurprised -- when Reagan slipped out from between the tree and his body. He wouldn't have said it, since he wouldn't really have meant the insult, but Reagan really wasn't so different from a housecat -- she liked to be loved only when it suited her, and often in very small amounts. He let her go easily as she fluttered away. "We got some raw materials to work with, at least."
The words had barely left his lips before he was bouncing on the balls of his feet and catching one of the lower branches, swinging up into it with the ease of a natural climber. "Wait there," he said, standing up precariously on the branch, the wind rushing in around him as a steadying force as he half-hopped to grab another branch. "I have to get something."
The something was (rather obviously) one of the few blossoms that remained from Heuris' blooming season. He'd spied it when they'd first approached the tree, a lone, mostly-shriveled bloom near the tree's crest. It didn't look very pretty, but it would smell good, at least. And he'd already given her prettier flowers, but this one would be harder to get.