The Peaceful Night.

"A flower," Heappal said simply. "Delicate, rare, and beautiful. But strong enough to grow even in the harshest places."

Thalia's breath hitched at his words, her fingers stilling over the basket. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she said, "I'm not strong."

"You're stronger than you think," Heappal countered firmly. 

He reached out, his fingers brushing hers as he gently took the flower she was holding. "And if you're not… I'll be strong enough for the both of us."

Thalia's cheeks burned, and she quickly stood, clutching the basket to her chest like a shield. "You're saying too much," she mumbled, her voice almost scolding.

Heappal laughed softly, rising to his feet as well. "I can't help it," he said, his smile disarming. "You make it impossible to stay silent."

Thalia turned away, the flowers in her basket trembling slightly as her hands shook. "I… I have to go," she said quickly, taking a step toward the servants' quarters.