( she's going to kill that bitchass has-been sun god.

ahem.

white lily cookie gently takes one of his hands in her own. )

That was likely our captor, playing with your mind. He is... adept at tormenting us. But, ah. If you're planting flowers, once this is finished, why don't we hang it out in the garden? And then we'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry about the mess.