Avalon...? Like, the stories about King Arthur? I'm not entirely familiar, but... ( she looks at the flowers again and smiles a little. ) They do have that sort of air to them. I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. They really do.

( she hopes the flowers don't die.

and then she realizes she wants something to stay, which... is unusual enough that it needs mentioning to begin with.

interesting, what a bit of kindness can do in a moment of fear. but maybe she'll think on that later. or maybe she'll keep the flowers for as long as she can, and press them into her notebook when they're time is up.

with a small smile, she nods. exploring sounds much better than staying here in a growing panic (dissociative edition). )

Alright.