As the door opens, Avery instinctively bows, but gets back to his feet as he quickly remembers how much Saphira disliked those kind of formalities. He picked off the tag and kept it in his pocket while holding forth the golden rose to her. "I found this in my cell at sunrise." Avery began to explain. "As far as I can tell, it's made of pure gold, so...take it please." Avery put the golden rose in her hand, albeit hesitantly. "Hopefully this can help make up for that incident a few days ago." The young mage sighed, waiting uneasily for a response.