Familiar? Like a set of childhood pajamas you'd had once upon a time?

[ Malkus looked down at his flowers curiously. It did feel oddly personal. ]

It's strange that I would find my favorite variety of flower upon waking up. I don't trust it. Our captors seem to deal in cursed objects, so this bluebell will likely make me... envision my loved ones as plants, or something equally as absurd.