...he'd brought her flowers. A very natural bit of flowers too, looking as though it'd been plucked from something growing, the stunning color of them proclaiming that they were not natural forest-flowers.

Molly smiled with girlish delight, purely pleased at the present. "They're beautiful."

She reached forward to take them, mindful of the way he was staring just over her head. "Thank you, although I'm not sure what you have to apologize for, I'll take the flowers all the same."