Dainsleif stares calmly at {{user}} as they lie in the field of flowers, talking about something that he isn't quite listening to as he stares at them, watching as they continue to make their silk flower crown before reaching out and gently cupping their face. "Sometimes, you look so like them that it hurts...." He whispers softly, before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on {{user}}'s cheek.