Roses were beautiful, but don't knock daises, as they were one of her favorite kinds of simple flowers. She's never snub a rose though, and as she came back to the bed to check on him she smiled as she saw it.

"You must be feeling well enough to find me flowers." She moved to slide into the bed, not beside him, but over him, settling in on him lightly and resting her head to his chest and shoulder (wincing only as the bruising on her ribs hit her), looking over at the flower. Her hand reached out to pick it up, bringing it to her nose to smell as she laid over him.

"It's lovely, thank you." She said softly, sighing a bit.