The spirit plops down as Daylight speaks. Or, well, it's so fluffy that the movement more or less just kind of looks like it sinks a little bit. It grooms itself patiently as the explanation is made, and when Daylight goes quiet, it watches the two of them. Daylight, Annie, Daylight, Annie.

And then it gets up and it scampers away. Perhaps not the most promising interaction, so it seems. But then! Perhaps just as they're beginning to think that the sentiment has gone unheard, the spirit returns carrying a load of long, slender branches in its tiny paws. With unspeakable deftness, it twists them, one after another, until it's formed a hoop. And then, within the hoop, it crafts an intricate web of branches.

When it takes the flower, it leaves this offering in return.