It definitely wasn’t easy being a pacifist, and Llewellyn wasn’t sure what some people thought of him sometimes... But with Inesa, there was comfort in being around a like-minded individual. It wasn’t that he thought people shouldn’t protect themselves, and he knew that sometimes there were reasons to fight... But Llewellyn himself had never had it in him to do harm, and... He wasn’t good at defending himself, due to a few things that had happened over the years. It was complicated, and explaining it was a bit difficult.

Some might think his pacifistic tendencies to be cowardly, but he wasn’t that, either. He very quickly put himself between victims and attackers, stepping in front of guns or fists without much thought for his own safety. It was just that he didn’t attack with fists or weapons himself. Words were easier for him. He offered her a grateful smile himself, “I agree, kindness is often... the more difficult option for some, but it’s worth the effort, in my experience.”

Llewellyn hummed a little, a crown for Rhy? “Yes, I think that would be lovely... One with roses, I think.” Roses were his flower, after all. The detective had learned well that they put a smile on his husband’s face. Though he paused as he reached to pick out flower crowns, he inspired her? “I do...?” He wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually been an inspiration to someone before... That was a nice feeling. It warmed him. “I could say the same about you, Inesa. I might never have taken up gardening and flowers without being able to have times like this with you. So I thank you in return.”