Her insomnia was damn near out of control and she was still terrified to take anything to help anymore, but she seemed to at least be adjusting to the lifestyle of less sleep. At least the season was truly over and she could focus on work again. Not that she had been too forced to participate in the season, it was really Dahlia's turn after all, but an even here and there wasn't a bad idea. She had gotten fortunate enough to run into Mr. Grimstone a time or two, so at least that was worth it in the long run. Their letters had been keeping her going and she planned to make her visit to his garden in the upcoming weeks, as soon as she had some hearty plants to add to his pumpkins.

Daff was still avoiding her office at the moment, so she was working behind the till and about the shop getting some things in order for a large event coming up and the arrangements still needed a final design, so she was sketching on the counter when she heard the little bell chime to signal someone's arrival.

A wide grin spread across her features as Jack Dorset made his way, holding some poor little weed that had obviously seen better days. "Oh, I do suppose it is the thought that counts." She chuckled as she nearly reached out to take the dying bloom when she got a closer look at it.

"Dorset put that down!" She squeaked, looking at the hogweed in his hand in dismay. "Don't touch your face either!" Oh the irritation that was bound to happen was going to be unholy!

"Jack, I'm serious!" She would have swatted it out of his hand, but she already had enough distractions at night without itchy welts keeping her up. "The sentiment is greatly appreciated, truly, but you're holding what is essentially a poisonous weed and I can see the rash forming on your hand." How it wasn't already itchy, she couldn't know.

"Really, it's very sweet." She tried to appease him, even though she knew he was likely teasing her, simply because he was going to be miserable as soon as the itch kicked in. "You know I love to see you with or without flowers." She added, quite sincerely, with a wide smile. Daffy had always enjoyed Jack's company, he was easy to be around, so she obviously didn't want for him to be injured in any capacity, even by a flower.

Daff very nearly rolled her eyes at him, but clearly he had finally clued into the weed's inflammatory nature and it was obviously uncomfortable. "Come on," She shook her head, having ignored the quip about mom, because she was going to continue doing just that.

"Here," She moved toward the sink that was just inside the door to the greenhouse, a tap they used for multiple things, but now it would do for taking care of Dorset's hand. "Under here," She turned on the tap and let the cool water run for a moment. "The cold will help," She motioned for him to put his hand in while she turned to gather some things to make a little salve for the boils.

Humming as she went she pulled her mortar and pestle from the shelf, picking a few herbs from the next one down. "I need to get a couple of things from the greenhouse, keep that under there until I get back." In another life she would have made a pretty good healer, but perhaps she just spent a lot of time with Ama. Or maybe she was just good at knowing what plants could do for certain things. Either way, it worked out in her favor many times.

Grabbing a small basket, Daff set off in search of what she needed. It didn't take her long to find each plant in turn, just a couple minutes, before she returned to where she had left Jack. "That'll teach you to pick up discarded weeds." She teased lightly. "Next time just pull something from someone's garden." The sentiment was what counted though, obviously.

Daffy simply tutted at Jack as he protested, moving her mortar into the water for a moment before adding some of the things she'd collected from the greenhouse. "Fill that bucket there and put your hand in it." The cold water would keep the boils from spreading for the moment and keep some of the irritation down, but it wouldn't last too long.

"Like I said, I appreciate the sentiment, but really, I work with flowers. Your handsome face is all I need to grace the shop." She teased, casting a look at him over her shoulder. Daffy worked away at the pestle making a paste that would take care of his irritated skin rather quickly, but he might have the bandages on for a day or two.

It took her a few more minutes of puttering, but she finished up a quick salve for his hand. "Alright, let's see," She motioned for him to come over and have a seat on her stool. "What happened to all that training for work, hmm? Just picking up random things off the ground doesn't seem very safe, now does it?" Of course the weed did look rather harmless, but still!

"Oh, would I?" Daff teased, carelessly tossing the comment over her shoulder as she finished up adding a couple more things to the paste she was making for his hand. Jack was very much like the brother her father had always wanted, but had given up on after Daffy had come out another girl. She didn't take it too personally, and he'd been right, as it was all girls from start to finish in the Potts household, but her dad did often ask after Jack's shenanigans. Perhaps that would suffice for her poor old dad.

"You most certainly were putting out a fire somehow." Similar boils to burns, Daff thought. It would all settle rather quickly after she wrapped his hand up after all. She completely missed his debacle with the bucket and as he appeared next to her, she let out a tut of amusement. "Oh yes, I'm sure, such important stuff." She nodded along, giving him the satisfaction. Daff pulled out some bandages from their handy little kit for instances just like this. "Hand." She held out her own for his, salve ready to go to so he wouldn't have to deal with the burn for too long.

Daffy could only shrug about where the hogweed had come from. It wasn't commonly used for anything, but it did grow wild around the outskirts of town. Perhaps somebody had picked it up innocently, just like Jack had, and discarded it just as quickly.

Humming to herself and somewhat in response to him, Daff nearly rolled her eyes as she applied the salve to his hand in a thick layer. It would cool everything down and start the healing process. He might have to leave the bandage on for a few days though. If this didn't take care of it though, he would probably have to go to the hospital and have it looked at. Fortunately for him, if it related to plants somehow, generally the Potts girls could handle it. "Sweets sure, but you can keep your sonnets and dance cards, thank you very much." Daff was a romantic at heart, but even that had a limit before she started to think things were overboard. She had always enjoyed the less overt forms of affection, a brush of hands, a single flower, sharing a favorite book... She shook her head slowly to rid herself of the thoughts that plagued her far too often, turning her attention to applying the bandage instead.

"But I'm sure it'll work on some lucky lady, some day." She quirked an eyebrow at him, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she wound the bandage around his hand just as Ama had taught her to do. "There, better?"

Very aware that he was watching her a little too closely, Daff realized she must have let her guard down for a moment. Truth be told, that was his fault, he was very easy to talk to, always had been, but she didn't need to burden him with her problems. They were hers alone to deal with and though it seemed so long ago, everything kept popping up when she thought she had a handle on it.

Daff turned her attention to the rest of the cream that she had made, looking for a jar to put it in so he could take the rest with him. "I should think you'll need to change it at least once." She managed, once she'd regained her composure. Looking away from him and keeping her hands busy helped. She'd crumble if he asked and that wouldn't get anyone anywhere.

She found a jar on the shelves nearby and cleaned it out quickly in the sink before adding the remaining salve into it. She busied herself cutting another length if bandages from their supply and rolled it up neatly before turning back to him with it. "If it's still irritated in a couple days, you should probably go see Ama at the hospital." It was her eldest sister's expertise after all.

Daff hadn't really realized how much of her preoccupation was showing on her features and so she rearranged her expression into something more neutral. Drying her hands on a clean rag, she very nearly ran them down her apron in a subconscious move to try and smooth things out, but manage to resist. It was a nervous habit and she didn't need to give him any more reason to worry. "Oh darling, I know," She gave his cheek a gentle pat as she caught his eye, giving him a look. She did not want him to think this was his fault at all, because it simply wasn't. Apparently she needed to work on her poker face.

"I'm just tired, I was... unwell for a little bit of last month and I haven't been sleeping well. It's taking me longer to bounce back than I would like, that's all." She assured him with the best smile she couldn't muster. Daff had yet to spill the beans about what really had her out of sorts to anyone and she truly didn't want to burden Jack with this. No matter how close their friendship was, never mind that she considered him to be akin to a brother, she just couldn't even begin to articulate what was actually wrong with her. He was too sweet, would try to help somehow and she just couldn't bear the looks of pity she knew she would get from him. No, it was best to keep things light and stick to her insomnia as the culprit to all her problems when it was really just a symptom of the heartbreak. "And you know I would happily accept any other flower from you, even the ugly ones." She teased, using the rag in her hand to swat him gently in the arm.