Considering how uncomfortable she looked, not pressing the issue was probably the wise decision. She glanced up at him as he gave his quiet reassurance, mouth pursed in thought...then she smiled faintly. "Probably. Thanks." Even so, she couldn't shake the feeling that she really did owe him more than what she'd been able to give, and the sensation refused to leave her.

What he said next, however, caused the young bard to perk up significantly. "Flowers have a language? ...Now that you mention it, I heard that was something nobles did, but I never really had the opportunity to delve into it too much." The only noble she'd known wasn't really the flower type of man, nor was she comfortable about learning anything more from him.

She nodded, curious, and followed after him. She crouched to squat on her heels to better look at the flowers, resting her hands on her knees.