She follows easily, now that she knows the plants here are not as dangerous as the ones from home. Her deft fingers pick a bloom off a flowering bush as well, tucking it into her hair - another souvenir to keep along with the shell. She thinks of Padme's babies, and decides she'll bring two shells back, one for each of them to hold, to curl their tiny fingers around the whirls and twists.

"Parallels to what?"