Commander's Mate

"I'm holding my breath." By that time, Morpheus already reached the boundary of that field and plucked one flower. He brought it back to Ember. 

"Why did you go there! Didn't you say even you are not spared—"

"Hey, look at me, I'm fine. I know what I'm doing. You said you want to touch it, right? Didn't I say I want you to enjoy your day? I am making good of my promise." Morpheus held out the flower in front of her. "You can touch it but not the petals. Hold it at stalk and don't try to smell it."

A smile even more beautiful than any flower blossomed on her face as she accepted that white flower from him. 

Upon closer look, the flower was not fluffy-looking like a dandelion—it had five ethereal petals that looked almost like transparent glass except for its delicate white veins. How tempted she was to touch those delicate white petals, but in the end, she controlled herself.