Tobias noticed how jumpy the woman was, seemed to him like she was nervous. Though he could not tell if it simply was from almost falling into a trap that he had set up or if it was him. “Pardon me, my lady. I didn’t mean to frighten you so much.” he told her. “Yes, pity for your apples. Let me buy you some new ones since yours seem to be….well a little caught up right now. Least I can do for scaring you.”
Millie was always a woman who didn’t react soundly to shouting or actions enveloped in danger. There was anxiety if it was directed towards her, and if it wasn’t, she had the tendency to run into flames. Her reaction, however, while it was related to the actions before her, it was more deeply rooted to the disappearance of Damon and the knights still in their home and her nights worrying while working late at the Inn, living there as well. The city and the war were growing again to affect her more than she thought it ever would.
At his words, she did soften, even gave a small breath of a laugh at his quip towards the apples. “I’m afraid this is more my fault than it will ever be yours, Sir,” were her words, her gaze at first on the apples, and then falling to him, as she picked up the ones that fell to the ground back into the basket, and her apologizes were shown with her next words, “Will you need help creating another trap, or would you care for the caught apples, perhaps, if they’re just cleaned?”
