[When they're close enough for her to, Reyna smiles and reaches over to ruffle Nico's hair. But, mindful of the fact that he doesn't like to be touched, she only keeps it up for a second or two and withdraws her hand.

Then she looks out at the field of flowers, eyes narrowed as if she might be able to conjure up a solution if she stares at them long enough.]

If we can find shovels and sacks in town, we could dig them up and dump them in the bags. If we're smart about it, we'll never have to touch the flowers ourselves.