[ At this, the sound of metal gently sliding against metal accompanies a correction to the way his armored shoulders slope. He answers her: ]

The flowers were of our Star. [ And they burned within the dream.

His helm moves side to side once, the motion slow and measured. ] Intrusive to your memory, the answer you seek is not with them.

[ Once more, his focus returns to her. His voice rumbles calmly within his armor, like the ripple of the ocean surface at night. ] Maiden.

Do you not see how you suffer?