"Thank you, Cyrus. Although, try not to get on her bad side and get locked up down here with me." Avery poked fun at Cyrus before walking to the other end of his cell and back, holding the rose he'd grown from a weak spell. "Here, give her this." Avery held the rose out under the door for Cyrus to grab. "You can say it was from me, you can say you found it, I don't care. I just think she'll enjoy having something so...beautiful." He suggests. Avery then swore he heard someone else talking to him, but couldn't find the source anywhere and dismissed it as delusions.