[ Her shoulders fall slightly, feeling relieved; though she does still feel bad for calling out his appearance, if her face is anything to go by. Still, she is grateful for the reassurance, even though she doesn't know how permanent it is.
When he goes through the bag, she peers over him curiously, but does not expect anything. Her face lights bright, examining the jar of honey and the vial of scales one after the other. ]
I'm certain he would. I will give it to him straight away. [ Not literally, of course, but he knows what she means. And the honey... to be honest, she still wanted to pour some into a small decorative jar, for a necklace. ] ...Thank you. I wasn't expecting anything in return.
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When he goes through the bag, she peers over him curiously, but does not expect anything. Her face lights bright, examining the jar of honey and the vial of scales one after the other. ]
I'm certain he would. I will give it to him straight away. [ Not literally, of course, but he knows what she means. And the honey... to be honest, she still wanted to pour some into a small decorative jar, for a necklace. ] ...Thank you. I wasn't expecting anything in return.