Ward agrees, and he's waiting for her in their bed when she gets back, quiet and soft but there are dried tears on his cheeks.

And one notation though. the best he can do now that he has a second chance. There's a perfect rose on her pillow, no thorns. It's resting on her pillow, perfect. Nothing so common as a Daisy. Daises are a drop in the bucket.

Roses for her.