Tabitha hadn't expected anyone to follow. She had thought she would able to take a moment, figure out how to close up her dress and find her aunt to excuse herself home. She did not expect Mr. Wye and his apparent friend to come find her in the corner she had secluded herself in to calm down and so as her head whipped up to look at the gentleman before her, she sucked in a breath and stepped back against the hedge.

She was not this person, she did not usually lose her head in situations like this and so color flooded her otherwise pale cheeks, embarrassment clear across her features. The hysterical reaction of baring her leg in public probably would haunt her somehow, she just knew it, but  there wasn't much to be done about it now. Now it was time to do damage control. "Ah—" Tabi hesitated. This was not a good place to be alone with a man and a ghost.

"I appreciate your kindness," she was still trying to puzzle out how to fix the dress, but she thought it would be better done on her own. "But I'll think of something." Maybe if he gave her back the tattered scraps of her skirt, she could transfigure something. It was hardly the gentleman's fault after all, he had been trying to help, but he had no responsibility here. Mr. Wye would hardly leave, she knew that. He'd become a strange fixture in her life as of late and while she couldn't quite explain why, she did find him amusing.