[ It's a series of silent nods-- first to her name, with a hint of relief that he managed to get it. Secondly, a little more subdued, to the claim that she was the tiger that completely latched on to his leg to try and get him to stop.
And a third nod. He probably understands now why she hadn't wanted him touching the flowers, and he'd been smart enough to try and take a different route when dealing with them, but she's wondering if she should have tried harder to stop him. The memory hadn't seemed painful, though?
Still. When she looks at him, it's with furrowed brows and an apologetic frown, right before she lowers her gaze. Sorry, Damian, she didn't mean to cause you problems. ]
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And a third nod. He probably understands now why she hadn't wanted him touching the flowers, and he'd been smart enough to try and take a different route when dealing with them, but she's wondering if she should have tried harder to stop him. The memory hadn't seemed painful, though?
Still. When she looks at him, it's with furrowed brows and an apologetic frown, right before she lowers her gaze. Sorry, Damian, she didn't mean to cause you problems. ]