After returning to her bedroom, she sat upon her bed and smiled airily. As she reached her hand toward the lightswitch, Mae gasped as she noticed that the dying flower had sprouted a single saffron petal. She stared in awe for several minutes before she decided to speak.

"Do you..." She hesitated, "do you crave happiness?" She questioned the flower, halfheartedly expecting some kind of response. Instead, the flower remained ever silent, ever still, though with one blooming petal now emerging from its core. Mae felt a sense of determination to find happiness for her and the delicate plant, then she may finally see the full bloom that she's been yearning for. She felt hope once again for the first time in a long time as she bathed the room in darkness and rested her eyes, free from the intrusive thoughts that she had come to expect.

As she drifted into a peaceful slumber, a simple phrase escaped her lips.

"I will do everything in my power to bring you happiness, sweet flower. Rest easy tonight."