No one is bleeding? Or being recruited by goblins?

"Sorry."

She blinks again, looking mildly surprised with herself - and rightfully so, really, as she doesn't generally tend to use that phrase even when it is appropriate.

"I just mean," she swallows, tilts her chin - and if Tristran ever had any hopes of getting his fingers back anytime soon, he's sadly mistaken. "I'm actually rather terrible at this and I am relatively certain that Tristran wants you to like me."

She laughs sheepishly, adds a hasty, "I would like you to like me as well, of course. It is just that you are terribly important to the m- him and - well, yes."

They really should have gone with the plan where she was mute.