"N-No, I didn't forget I--" Thanks, Cheria. He may be misinterpreting what Cheria says, but he has a really bad habit of doing just that when it comes to people he has feelings for. Remember what happened the last time he did that? People died. A lot of people died.

"Well... she's here now, so..." He takes one last look at his flower, and gently places it in the vase, parting some of the dirt with his free hand. He looked over at Sophie for a moment, misty-eyed and still blushing a bit, and stepped back as the flower was planet.

"... thank you." It was just barely above a whisper.