Tavath hissed as Dorothea pressed the leaves into his hand and shook his head. "No, lass," he said through clenched teeth, "Dorothea, it's fine. You don't have t' worry, it's just a gash, an' I've had far worse than it." He pulled his hand away from hers and flexed it, making sure that the leaves did not fall away. "Thank you, though," he said.
He looked around the garden and blushed as he looked back at Dorothea before quickly looking at a point on the garden wall some dozen or so paces behind her. "Well, uh, lass," he said after a moment. "What plans've you got for lodgin' fer the night? I mean, the envoy an' the rest of us, we're at an inn not too far from here, an'..." He trailed off as his cheeks flushed a deeper red.