Dalvahine was still deep asleep, nuzzled against her pillow, wrapped in very sweet dreams, when the gnoll twins finally arrive back at the garden.<br/><br/>"We... talked about your offer," Amelia says, quietly, looking rather nervous, even if she tries to project an outward calm. "We... we'll take you up on it. It will take some time to arrange, but we can probably get a chance to cover the flowers in the next three days." "And you're going to have to be able to disguise yourself as a visiting priestess. There's no chance we can escort a male in, safely."