[The reasoning is lost on her, if only because memories themselves can be a reminder. If they have the chance to rid themselves of those scary flowers-

Of those pretty flowers-

Of flower she's not sure about, since they decorate their fur and bury into their skin, but it's their choice. She won't question it so long as they aren't sick.]

Okay, but you have to tell us if you feel sick and we'll come help you.

[Then she pauses, looks to the papers and addresses them quietly. She has a terrible backup plan, in case their local god wants to be a stubborn punk.]

You can fly around really fast and that'll mean-'Ren, the Storyteller feels bad.' I'll understand something like that.