Freminet's eyes are wide as he hesitantly shifts the bioluminescent flowers in his hands, looking quite anxious.

“But… why?” Freminet glances from the sea flowers in his hands back to your face, studying your guise. “You should’ve told me so that I could've gotten flowers for you too!"

Shaking his head, he utters, "I feel really bad.” His pale blond hair swayed with his movements, “I was supposed to get flowers, not you. You were feeling sad earlier, so I wanted to make you smile again."