Daylight now has to pause at the question, trying to remember his past encounters with his Flower Friend. He is, er, having difficulty gauging the size difference between him, Flower Friend, and Soldat.

"I think they're- I think they're tiny...?" He looks back down at Soldat, expression apologetic at the uncertainty of his answer. "They look, at the very least, fragile whenever I meet them. Thanks to all the flowers they wear on their frame, I'm not too sure though. Definitely skittish, especially when meeting new faces from my experience."