He felt the flowers before he saw them, tendrils of stalks and leaves and petals fluttering against his skin as they unfolded. It made his heart almost burst. The land knew her, welcomed her, reveled in her joy. It answered her even if she didn’t know she spoke.

He braced himself up on an elbow, pulling a fraction away from them both as he turned his gaze to the new blossoms. He reached down, plucking one and then another, before turning back to the souls that owned his heart completely. Without a word, he reached out, sliding a purple blossom behind Finn’s ear. When was the last time they’d worn flowers...?

He leaned over Rey to press a soft kiss to Finn’s lips, then leaned down to take another from Rey. A soft kiss, still, but with more intent than Finn had given, his lips parting against hers, a soft sound slipping between them.

He was still holding the flower, too distracted to put it in her hair.