Luke took her glaring in stride, though there was mild relief in his chest when she accepted the bloom rather than tossing it away. He chuckled lightly when she said that she could've sent a breeze. "That would've required more control, believe it or not," he said. "Besides, the wind coulda damaged it. Or the fall. And it's already a late bloomer." He shrugged, giving the blossom what might have been an overly sympathetic look. "I figured it deserved some special treatment."
He glanced over his shoulder. "You want to go back? I know you still got packing to do."