"A gift for you. I thought it was appropriate considering your seasonal festivities." A small bouquet of flowers, leaves and berries entwined with a strip of old cloth appeared in his hand, "Plants do not stay alive for long in the dead kingdom." The judge added with some remorse.
"It's alright." Ursa took the dried bouquet that Judicator had summoned, her heart warming as she identified each plant and its meaning, "Gorse, endearing affection. Dogwood, durability. Cedar for strength." She paused as her finger stroked the delicate leaflets, "What is this? This looks like a type of fern, but not quite."
"Locust leaves." The judge of souls replied.
"Affection from beyond the grave." Ursa finished softly. She smiled affectionately at the spirit leaning halfway out of her mirror, "Ever the poet you are, Judicator. I didn't think you'd read that book."
He chuckled at that, "I had time while we were living in your home."
She nearly missed the small sprig of leaves and white berries, "And this… mistletoe?"
"I suppose you know what it means." he replies, his eyes bright with mirth.
"I surmount all difficulties and…" She then laughed brightly, "Judicator! You are so cheeky! Come here, you." Leaning over the sink, Ursa planted a firm kiss on his cheek. A gentle touch made her look up, locking gazes with her ghostly visitor. She blushed as he deftly plucked the sprig of green and white berries from her hand and tucked it behind her ear, his caress lingering on her skin. Ursa tilted upwards, closing her eyes and kissed him again, this time stealing a kiss from his mouth, "Jokes aside, thank you for the gift. It's really lovely of you."
Tenderly cupping her cheek with his hand, Judicator pressed his forehead against hers affectionately, "You are welcome. Merry Christmas, my dear Ursa."