Herbalists' Cache Don't let moments pass along and waste before your eyes

One moment Reverie was blissfully nose-deep in the foliage, humming softly to herself in broken fragments. The next, she found herself staring up into a shadowy face full of scars and a pair of pale green eyes. It was a delicate color, so like the first saplings of the season — but there was nothing delicate about this man.

A startled little yelp slipped from her. She flinched back several steps, frightened for a few seconds before she gathered her wits. It quickly settled in that if he'd meant to hurt her, she'd already be hurt. Instead he'd... wait, had he sighed at her?

Do you go around sighing at women often? She wondered aloud, masking her agitation with good humor. Does it ever work for you?