And they would keep creeping in--guided by a flower girl's patience and energy. After saving the world, there was no better thing than to make it healthy and beautiful.

But her arms closed back to her chest as she turned back to Tseng, frowning a little. Then her fists came onto her hips as she leaned toward him, a little scolding. "There are healers..." Though she's thinking strictly injury-related, without thinking of the possibility it has to do with his age. Tseng's always been around, he doesn't get old. "You'll take care of yourself?"