At the compliment, Odira felt a rather aggressive fluttering in her stomach, though perhaps that was normal—in a bid to impress, she'd bothered to lace her corset tighter than "exists" for a change, and was, understandably, still adjusting to the change. Not that she had any reason to want to impress Mr. Keene. None at all.

Part of her wished to return the favour, but how did one compliment a man on their appearance without making them seem vain? And to be truthful, Mr. Keene looked very much as he always did, though a bit less tired. Complementing that appearance, then, would be too telling.

"You're kind," was her response instead, and Odira smiled as she moved closely past him and towards the rowboat, which bobbed ever so slightly on the generally still surface of the lake. With no railing near enough to be of use. Odira gripped her companion's forearm lightly, then more tightly to avoid stumbling, as she lowered herself into the boat. After taking a moment to ensure her balance, she held out her arms for the basket.