He could burn away those shadows. But dare he risk damaging her mind further?

Before he could make a decision though, he heard her voice and the shadows dispersed. He didn't relax though until all of the shadows dispersed. When that happened, he knelt down and let his fingers brush one of the flowers.

"The flower of death and separation...these flowers don't suit you at all." He straightened, placing his hands in his pockets and headed even deeper into her mind.