Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

liar.
that was easily deduced by her lame excuse, the shifting of her gaze and her obvious nervousness. he watched her, unsure of what to say, exactly, in response to the blatant dishonesty. "It's fine where it is." he told her, and his mind begun to wander to why someone could possibley request a poisonous plant with such vigor. 

his gaze turned to the plant, torn. it had no uses save for ill-fated ones, and she certainly didn't want it as decoration or something stupid like that. he knew nothing of her, nor of her intentions, but he decided then he didn't want to get mixed up in this. "Please just leave it. gotta go." He said hastily, making a quick, awkward farewell as he glanced at her, hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid, and provided she did make any move to stop him made an uneasy exit.