"This is… for you."

A bouquet of Iris, Starflowers, and Dim Orchids extends from his hands, its scent slowly carried by a passing breeze as he meets your gaze. "I heard it's a popular custom among couples... gifting flowers, I mean."

Calcharo hopes you can't hear the uncertainty in his voice. He was far more familiar with the battlefield—dealing with Tacet Discords could not compare to a romantic outing with you.

No, this was far more difficult than any mission he'd ever experienced.

"... Daylight is burning. Let's get going." He comments, keeping pace with you. His hand soon ghosts your own, yet hesitantly falls back to his sides before he finds the conviction to seize it.