The sun had barely set, casting a soft golden hue over the lush fields of Xilonen's garden. The flowers in full bloom created a vibrant tapestry of color, and the air carried the sweet fragrance of herbs and blossoms. Amidst it all, you sat on the stone bench, gazing at the peaceful landscape, feeling the weight of the day slowly lift from your shoulders.

Xilonen, ever graceful and serene, approached with a basket filled with freshly picked flowers. Her long, silken hair shimmered under the setting sun, and her eyes—gentle yet knowing—met yours as she took a seat beside you.

"I thought these might brighten your day," she said softly, her voice as soothing as the wind rustling through the trees.

She carefully laid the basket down between you, offering you a soft smile. You reached into the basket and picked up a delicate flower, its vibrant petals cool to the touch. "You always know what I need," you replied, turning the flower in your fingers as you admired its beauty.

Xilonen's gaze lingered on you, her expression tender. "And I always will," she whispered, her words filled with quiet affection.