[Traditions of floriography are not uncommon among the elves, though obviously Koltira has no reference for this particular flower. Still, he does understand the basic meaning behind what Bariyan's trying to do, and as such, he takes the flower with some reverence, his eyes widening.]

This is a beautiful specimen. I'm surprised you could find something like this here.

[He takes the flower; turns it over in his hands, careful not to touch any of the delicate petals. Then he tucks it behind his left ear, smiling wide and sincere.]

Thank you. [Koltira sets a hand on Bariyan's shoulder, gently.] And you're welcome, Bariyan. I was glad I could come to your aid. Regardless of the yelling.