Syndra nearly flinched when Zed’s hand went close to her face. She parted her lips, about to question his actions when she saw the small, purple flowers in his grip. She stood there, silently, as he brushed her hair behind her ear and put the flowers there carefully. The small plants tickled her ear.
"I didn’t think you’d be one for giving away flowers," She teased, "Why the sudden act of kindness? Have you gotten soft, Zed?" Yet, even as she teased him, she made no move to remove the flowers.
~Heliotropes stand for eternal love~