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Mara hadn’t expected the sudden tumbling of words that fell from the boys mouth like rocky boulders. She wondered why he was so anxious, and hoped to calm him down. Not responding to his poor comments, and instead the answer to his question. Smiling kindly, ”Pleasure to meet you Casimir,” She then returned to observing his wound, remembering hints of Marigold splattered about the shrubbery of the coast. Realizing then he likely wanted a response to his first question, she whispered, ”A very handsome name.” Before stepping away, and nodding. ”I’ll be right back - don’t run off,” Her voice wasn’t stern, but slightly demanding; similar to the voice of a mother. It wouldn’t have surprised her if he thought about just bolting to escape such an embarrassing conversation, so she made sure to have him stay. Shifting off to find the herb, knowing her sense of smell was of no use it took her a tiny bit longer than most. She soon returned with the Marigold plant nestled in her jaws, trotting back with another soft grin. ”I’m glad you stayed,” Mara admitted.