Flowers
Less than 24 hours after she'd helped Lincoln escape, she saw a bright white flower had the base of a tree. She tilted her head, at first just admiring the flower. Then she remembered seeing a couple of those flowers in Lincoln's cave. She felt her heart start to speed up, it was just wishful thinking, right?
He wouldn't risk her being followed, but then he had kissed her before he left. Looking around she slipped carefully through the wall, approaching the flower she picked it up with a smile. Then she saw another one, grinning she went and picked that one up. This process continued as she followed the flowers deeper and deeper into the forest, until she saw Lincoln, wit a white flower at his feet.
A smiled covered her face as approached, "You came," He murmured, his voice rough and gravelly still, but not in pain. She stepped up to him, keeping a grip on the bouquet of flowers that she had collected along her walk.
His hands went to her waist when she got close enough, Octavia leaned up, not hesitating as she kissed him. Leaning into his grip, as they parted, she smiled. "Hi," She murmured softly.