It does help, to hold onto someone, even if Ren isn't the perfect shape for holding the way her twin is. It means she's not alone, despite everything, and it's something to do for Ren too, small though it is in the face of their grief. But that's always the way with loss, isn't it. Nothing can ever be enough. The world is still empty now.

She cradles her carefully, welcomes her face pressed into her shoulder for protection, and lets a few of her own tears soak into that silver hair. In time, the flow of tears becomes a trickle, and she can finally breathe around the burning wound in her heart, her missing half. It's exhaustion more than anything, and it feels like a fragile reprieve, like she could be shattered again at any moment, but it's something.

At Ren's words, she shifts just enough to see her face, still keeping her close. "Already got your flower, sweetheart," she says and she can't smile but her eyes are soft. "What else could there be?"