[Congratulations, Aya. You're now on the short list of people who have rendered Dawn speechless, even if only momentarily. She looks up to Aya, her emotions overwhelming and evident in her eyes in the way a few tears pool in them without falling free. Her lips curl into a soft smile, one that isn't guarded or a cover-up or a show, one that very few people ever see. And finally, after several moments, she flings her arms around his neck, holding him close.]

You're like, the best ever. You know that right? As in I have no clue how I got your attention or why you like me but I don't want it to ever end -- or die -- like the flower -- or an immortal.