Vincent wasn't sure if he should push--since it seemed like Rialynn was protesting a little much--or let it lie for now. A few heartbeats, before he nodded. "I suspect he considers you that already." Reassuring--and it was odd to Vincent. Not used to having friends himself, although he was learning.

"Did you want to start learning about the language of flowers?" Moving away from the wall, willing to show her those he'd lain at the feet of friend's statues. His own way of remembering, even if it was hard.