[Frisk holds the flower up for a while longer, allowing Guzma plenty of time to take a look at it. The petals are white, but thinner and more pointed than the narcissus flowers that surround the mana pools -- and indeed, there are none to be found in bloom in this dilapidated temple, nor is any vegetation other than weeds and twisting vines creeping like veins through the ceiling and walls.]
[Dried out as the flower is, Frisk still replaces it on the statue with the utmost care, smoothing out some of the wrinkles to give it a marginally fresher appearance.]
[Only after the flower is tended to does Frisk finally respond with a nod.]
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[Dried out as the flower is, Frisk still replaces it on the statue with the utmost care, smoothing out some of the wrinkles to give it a marginally fresher appearance.]
[Only after the flower is tended to does Frisk finally respond with a nod.]
It's sad.