The Sunspire the world forgetting, by the world forgot

For a moment — a terrifyingly crowded moment — the two of them were alone. Forrest thought that if she breathed wrong, her rose might blow away petal by petal before she even had the chance to plaster her back onto the stem. Her heart was racing in her chest, her throat, her temples, but experience taught her better than to let this be known to anyone but herself.

Olive seemed to appear soon after, silently manifesting herself on the rose's opposite flank. Well, you see, Forrest began, eyes darting to Olive to see if she might want to take a swing at things, I need your help, and I think you need mine. Will you come help me, please? There was nothing for her to go off of, and because this young woman was too grown to fall for childish tactics, Forrest was at a loss.