"For you, maybe." Falcon watches the petal fall on Phoenix' feathered hand. The light pink stands out against his dark feathers, and he looks away again. "... You're already part of nature. I suppose it'd make sense that you don't think much about it otherwise."

He's quiet for a moment.

"Mhm," he hums. He does already have a sakura in his garden, but... he hasn't really been taking care of it. "Maybe. That might be nice."

He goes quiet again, staring out ahead of himself. You can practically see the gears grinding in his head- quite literally, in his case.

"... What you said. Back then," he says, clipped, hesitant. "Did you mean it?"

Back at the dungeon, that is.