[He might not have done of his own free will, but he at least won't regret the fashioning of the flower crown, especially with how readily Iris accepts it. As their hands warmly brush together, there's just a little extra twinge of redness in Phoenix's cheeks.]

I'm glad to hear that, Iris. An Iris who's Iris... well, that's the best kind of Iris there is, isn't there? [He's not even sure where he's going with this anymore.]

A-and anyway... I'm just glad that you're here. [This isn't the safest place, but if our worlds really are destroyed... It's a relief that her life is now safe here.]