Out of puns, but not out of ideas, Nel lets out a small ‘ack’ as the mussing starts, but with her hair already adorned with caught flowers in her crossing locks, she makes no effort to escape it and merely giggles as she worms her arms out from beneath them, “Inspiration, huh? Then watch this!”

Rolling herself off her eldest sibling, Nel crawls on hands and knees to kneel next to their shoulder. Cupping her hands on the grass beside their head but at a distance where they can see clearly, Nel releases a small amount of warmth, so that as she lifts and separates her hands, a single stock of self-heal (prunella vulgaris) extends out of the blades of grass with a head adorned by violet petals and a small number of long sparkles of light surrounding it that vanish the next instant.