[If there's one thing that can be said about Lotor, is that he has a way with words now that Allura believes to truly understand him. At one point, she could have taken his gentle reminder as a reproach, as a mockery of her more idealistic tendencies. But here...it feels supportive. A guiding hand.

Even still.]

I have come to learn that not everything is entirely black and white. [She goes back to staring at her hand, unfurling her hand. Her unease hasn't diminished the flowers effects, and in doing so she brings herself to hold Lotor's hand, twining her fingers between his as though to ground herself.] At least I can trust you here. If Astoria's intentions are truly diabolical, or if there is another force here influencing our weakened abilities, then I trust we can make it through this together.

[She frowns, once again bringing herself close to him of her own accord.]

I truly hope we are not dealing with another force similar to Zarkon.