Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

His encounter with the grey girl has left him feeling... out of sorts. He doesn't know why it bothers him — actually, he can't figure out if it bothers him or not. It's certainly on his mind, but he can't make heads or tails of the feelings that accompany his thoughts. He'd probably do it again — but only with her, and not any time soon. It's a weird feeling, so he tries to forget it.
Apparently the best way to do that is to wander Teekons carrying a bunch of ripped up plant. He doesn't really mind carrying the bundle of herbs everywhere, though his jaws are starting to ache by the time he finds something worth dropping them for; unfortunate, then, that this particular something seems to be his very battered lover, in desperate need of medical attention. Midar, It slips from him breathlessly as he bends to scoop the herbs from where they've fallen, closing the remaining distance between them a moment later. What happened? This time his voice is muffled by his mouthful of plant, though his concern is still just as evident.