[ There are bits of leaves, twigs, and some fresh dirt that stick to her dress from earlier ventures around the woods anyway. She can deal with a couple of scrapes too. But she's happy to finally be out of the thicket, excitedly scampering into the clearing and immediately drawn towards the flowers. If only she could identify them with a glance. ]

I've gotta find an encyclopedia when I get back to the library...

[ She meanders about for a little while to look at the different flowers. A glance across the clearing, looking at where the hedgehog sits among the white flowers. ]

...Dusky, don't you wanna try? Flower pressing. Or... do you wanna just sit and think?

[ Which is fine too... ]