Dameon's question diverted her attention momentarily, simply nodding her head as she stared at the large demon. She was calm around him, having grown accustomed to his presence. There'd been many times he could have turned against her, as Walter did in the past, but regardless of that Dameon never had. Hope trusted him, even if he was able to get things done in suspicious ways. But he appeared to be honest for the most part. Blowing a bit of her hair from her face, she spoke lowly but knew Dameon would hear her. "Just prevent the damn fool from breaking the flowers... I'd rather not deal with the repercussions... Not today..."<br/><br/>Hope's face immediately flushed again, this time out of embarrassment as she realized there were three people now gawking at her creations and that her ability was so public around them. She'd tried to keep it private, knowing that her creations would awe people. But something many didn't understand was the simple fact that Hope's flowers actually were made by her and her abilities. Each time she forced her spiritual energy to manifest into a crystalline form, it took part of her power away. She could regain it by resting properly, but the simple fact she'd been maintaining the flowers for so long helped strengthen her endurance and focus. If they were to be shattered by carelessness, some of her training would be lost and she'd probably have passed out right there from the sudden fracturing of her spiritual energy.<br/><br/>Returning her energy to Veronica, Hope stepped toward the Regenerator not only to see if she was alright, but also to try and hide her flower patch. "That's more than understandable. The gate keeps<em>most</em>from entering here." Glancing over Veronica's form again, Hope handed her the jacket she had been wearing before narrowing her pink eyes on the other woman's, their gaze almost level if it weren't for Hope's heels. "I am glad that you are alright. Andrew is quite... dense... in certain areas of proper English etiquette."