[Ferran nods in understanding, recognizing the gravity of having such a valuable thing destroyed. He feels a little guilty for accepting a limited resource, but it sounds like they have it taken care of enough that he doesn't have to worry.]
I used to grow flowers...
[It feels like a lifetime ago. In some ways it was, and he can't say he's unhappy to be in a different life. He lifts his head when she remembers another thing she's brought to help. While Ferran doesn't know how well he can keep anything down right now, his throat could certainly use it...]
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I used to grow flowers...
[It feels like a lifetime ago. In some ways it was, and he can't say he's unhappy to be in a different life. He lifts his head when she remembers another thing she's brought to help. While Ferran doesn't know how well he can keep anything down right now, his throat could certainly use it...]
... what kind?