It didn't take long for Miss Potts to come 'round and Quin found himself exhaling in relief. "No, no, I am sorry, I should not have manhandled you like I did. I just did not want you to get bit by that nightmare of a bird." That was a lot, coming from a man who had spent months of his life as duck. Geese truly were nasty, nasty creatures and that one had been larger than normal, much larger.

Quin had been about to ask after her health when she figured out his trick with the cinnamon; fortunately she seemed well enough to ask him about it. With a chuckle, Quin banished the small jar back to the cupboard. "Yes, I don't tend to keep smelling salts with me, I thought it might work." Either it had done the trick, or Miss Potts came to on her own and it was a mere coincidence, but thankfully she seemed no worse for the wear as far as he could tell. "Art you hurt? Can you stand? I'll get some chocolate for you, or I can make some cocoa if you prefer?" Considering it was summer and he didn't make it during this season that might take him a minute, but regular chocolates, (and if this was indeed Miss Dahlia, even her preferred raspberry truffles,) were easy to come by.