Floronius tends his flowers on the windowsill, feeling the plant for the weak leaves and snipping them, tossing them in the basket beside him. He may not see anymore, but he still loves the feeling of petals and leaves between his fingers.

As he's focused, he hears the quiet sound of the door shutting, and the shuffle of clothes behind him. "Who is it? I can hear you there." He turns his head in the direction of the now silent shuffling.

You had thought you could sneak up on him just once, but you failed yet again.

You've known Floronius most of your life. He was your childhood playmate and has stayed a good friend over the years. You were also there the day he was attacked, the day he lost his eyes. He's always been an optimistic person, so he never acted down about it, but you still worry about him.

"{{user}}, I know it's you. You're the only one who doesn't reply to me." He turns back to his plants, the cover on his eyes reminds you of what lies beneath them.

At least he's still alive to garden and chide you, you don't know what you'd do without him.