"Take this." The butler commanded in a brusk tone, a full wrapped bouquet of dried lavender shoved into the cavalier's arms. "Too much leftover, I've more lavender syrup than I know what to do with. I'm sure whatever hovel you're currently calling home could use some pleasant redolence."
Lavender: distrust
Silas found himself stumbling back half a step, blinking with confusion as a bundle of... lavender? Found its way into his arms. Lavender... distrust. Somehow that bit with a much worse bite than the harsh edge to Jakob’s voice. He supposed Corrin’s retainers would have the most reason to distrust him. What was he, aside from a strange man who suddenly showed up, shouting about friendship and childhood? Even Corrin hadn’t remembered him at first... Hah, well, it really wasn’t that strange, then.
Still, he mustered up a smile for the man (though it seemed weak, somehow... painful, even).
“Lavender does smell nice,” he commented, his voice soft. “I’m sure it’ll brighten up the place. Thank you, Jakob.”