"Ha-HAH," Nia stares at Addy, wide-eyed and terribly amused as she continues to giggle, delighted by the acknowledgement and the new growth at their feet. "Super proud of him. Our little moose, growing up." Girls. He's probably like two thousand years older than you.

She runs her fingers over Addy's arm before crouching down to pick one of the new blooms. A tiny blue two-flower cluster that she twists between her fingers as she straightens again. "I wonder if he'll think of us after we're gone?" She muses as she carefully tucks the flowers into Addy's hair. And then, observing her with a satisfied smile: "Beautiful."