Kahlan does take a few, giving back a grateful smile.
—I used to have one, but it burned— she speaks, not losing her smile— herbs and plants are far more useful than most make them out to be
“Oh yes! There’s plenty in the fields I go to for picking flowers.” She beams brightly, growing excited.
“We could pick some now, if you like? The knights say I should not wander about alone anymore.”
"A rather large one," he hummed, tilting his head as he watched his surroundings, eventually offering, "I think he said something about liking strawberries the last time I was here. They should be in season by now."
/Easier said than done/. He reached up to give his head a playful pat, laughing a little.
"Let's hope Merlin remains in a good mood," he added, turning his head to look up toward the Tower. "His mood can control the weather, after all."
He offered a polite smile before his shoulders relaxed and his smile widened. He held his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting with them.
"I hope you're right," he chimed, giving a little bounce on his feet. "I'd hate for it to rain on us."
He got to his feet after gathering the knives, placing them away and awkwardly shifting in his spot.
"I'm just... trying to decide if I should stay," he admitted truthfully, hugging his arms close to his chest.
Nodding softly, she keeps smiling in her usual gentle way.
“Is there anything I can do to help? I can bear some extra troubles if it would ease them for you.”
Again— "/What/? No!" He exclaimed, leaning away and frantically shaking his head and waving his hands. "I'm just... distracted, stuck in my head, nothing to do with wedding stuff. Sorry."
"What?" He almost sounded a little nervous, softly laughing at that thought while his eyes searched the grass before him, trying to find a way to explain himself. "What do you mean?"
"You are also destined for such a greatness too, Guinevere. And not just by King Arthur's standards either. By your own. People will idolize you more than you know." he let on, balancing his elbow across his sword's hilt stationed by his hip.
“I know what is coming. I am to be a queen and carry my husband to the greatness he is destined for.” She murmurs, taking a slow step away.
“I should be going now..”
"Mind my words." echoed the Reaper. Had this one not been in the fabled storylines of the human nature for centuries long after her, he would have given her a snarky little bite back. Instead, he laughed it off, dipping his head down to spot his boots.
"Oh, if ~