She hesitated, then. Not quite sure of how much she trusted Marluxia, Naminé kept her eyes open. She wanted to trust him again, she really did. Thus, a first step towards regaining that trust needed to be made. After a moment, she nodded her head and let her eyes fall shut.
He watched her, quiet and not pushing for a decision - this was up to her, not him. He wanted to make amends, yes, but he wasn't going to ask more of Naimne than she was willing to give; he owed her that much, at the least. A faint smile appearing again as she complied, he reached down and gently took her hand in a loose grip, leading her forward into the garden. He was silent a moment as they walked, before halting and speaking quietly after a moment. "Now... open your eyes."
He'd spent quite a bit of time on this area, and was rather proud of it. Most of the flowers were his own hybrid creations, and the one most prominantly featured was a delicate white blossom, almost star-shaped - when the light hit the petals, they almost seemed to shine, bathing the small clearing in an almost golden glow. He was particularly proud of that particular flower... there were others there, as well, splashes of color blending together in a soft, quiet sort of way. He watched her with a faint smile, waiting for her reaction.
When Marluxia told her to open her eyes, she did so, slowly. She knew she was in the garden, her nose catching the floral scents all around her. Her eyes widened as she took in the sights of the garden. She couldn't hold back an awed gasp as she looked around.
"Oh, my," Naminé breathed. She stepped further into the gardens, the glow from the flowers reflecting off the white dress she wore. "This...is amazing." She approached a bunch of flowers and let her fingers wander cautiously over the petals.
Pleased with the reaction, Marluxia was content to watch her for a moment, tone pleased and faintly amused when he spoke. "I haven't named them yet. Would you like to...?"
Naminé looked up at Marluxia, surprised. "I...I couldn't," she said. "They're your creations..." Admittedly, she'd like to name them, she just had no clue what to name a flower. That was Marluxia's area of expertise, not hers. She just liked to draw them and admire them.
He gave a soft laugh. "Yes, but I made them for you; it'd be perfectly appropriate for you to name them." He pointed out, still faintly amused and rather pleased with himself.
Naminé blushed. "Y-you really didn't need to do this," she stammered. It was strange and a little flattering that Marluxia had, though. "I..." She quieted, looking back at the flowers and letting her fingers run delicately over them again. "This one..." she said, softly. "This one seems like starfire."
"I want to." Was the quiet response to that, smiling at her faintly. "I know it's not nearly enough to amend for what I've done, but... it's a start." He watched her, smile turning pleased again. "Yes... that's what I had in mind."
Naminé was genuinely touched that Marluxia wanted to make amends. Despite not having her own heart, having been born of a heart so pure, she could easily pass as human with her so seemingly-real emotions. She quieted down again, head bowed towards the flowers. With the overwhelming sense of emotion going through her small body, she had to work to keep from crying. After a long, silent moment, she took a soft breath. "Thank you, Marluxia..."
He hesitated a moment, watching her and feeling the first real pang of uncertainty. He hadn't upset her, had he...? He rather hoped not, as that had been the last thing he'd wanted; he wasn't used to being thoughtful, or anything of the like, after all... he normally didn't care how badly he offended people.
He relaxed at her words, though, smiling at her gently. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like them..."
Naminé stepped back from the flowers she had named the starfire and went around the small clearing to admire the rest of Marluxia's handiwork. She took in each color, shape, and texture, amazed at some of the results that the former Lord of Castle Oblivion had gotten.
"May I...take a few for my room?" she asked softly.
"Of course." Came the pleased response, watching her as she moved among the various flowers with the same pleased smile. "Take as many as you like. They should last fairly well..."
With an artist's eye, Naminé was able to make a selection of flowers that would look best in her room, which has been painted a light dusty lavender color. She carefully picked these, gathering a good sized bouquet.
"Thank you, Marluxia," she said, giving the older Nobody a soft smile. "Thank you so much."
He smiled back at her, faintly, eying her collection with approval. "You're welcome. You're free to take as many as you like, as well as to come here any time - I've marked the path safely."
As glad as she was that Marluxia was beginning to act like the person she had once known and trusted, Naminé couldn't help but wonder if it was all just so that Marluxia could use her again. The old phrase "once bitten, twice shy" could very easily be applied to her at the moment. She hesitated again, her mind thinking back to Castle Oblivion. For her, it hadn't been that long since the events took place and everything was fresh in her memory. Even with her power over memory, she couldn't forget what happened, though she wanted to.
"Thank you, Marluxia," she said, voice soft and distracted. She held the bouquet she'd selected with loose fingers as she looked at the ground. Again she was holding back tears. She was happy to see a glimpse of the old Marluxia, but at the same time, she was frightened by what this change could mean.