"The path led us there."

He thinks of the swirling leaves and the scent of flowers, the gay blue and yellow spots of the silkflower lining the sides of the path. "I think they were lonely, and wanted a little company. So they used their magic to call some."

And there, in the garden, she'd held a sweet berry to his mouth and he'd let himself go, falling into the depths of his feelings for her. By the time they'd left the garden, everything had changed between them.