[ Her task to save her world and others hasn't been forgotten. It's on her mind, but she doesn't know what she can do until the next mission. Besides exploring her new, temporary home, rediscovering old hobbies feels like one of the few things she can do to help pass the time. The last time she picked flowers to press them for drying was when she gave a gift to her adoptive father. That was so long ago, during a time when her family still felt love for her.

On the next pages, it's more stars, the moon again, some images with the moon in different phases, Earth. And of course, the flowers tucked within. Other pages have a few loose pieces of paper, as extra support to sandwich the colorful plants and to prevent ink from sticking to the petals. ]

Uh-huh. If you wanna preserve flowers, you can press them underneath something heavy with some pieces of paper... it takes about a week or two to dry, I think.

[ There is likely a faster method, but this is what she's familiar with. It's not perfect and may be with some trial and error.

Stepping away for a moment, she plucks a fresh yellow flower from a nearby patch. When she returns, it's while Shadow's focused on another page, she can't resist trying to stick the flower into one of his quills on top of his head. Just being a little playful! It won't stay if he moves around enough. ]

...Hey, Dusky. When they're finished drying, I'll give one to you. Do you have a favorite color?