It was Daffy's turn to flinch at his tone. She'd never heard it before and the guilt washed over her in a fresh, inescapable wave. Merlin she hoped he didn't think she'd been listening. She hadn't heard anything! Saw something she wasn't prepared to, but definitely had no context, which probably made it worse for her, but she didn't want to be privy to their conversation either. It was none of her business and had nothing to do with why she'd come. Her problems could wait. She could wait. Daff would never dream of intentionally derailing anything important.

"No, no, no," Daff protested immediately, pulling against his hand. The last thing she wanted to do was go inside. Short of physically digging her heels into the grass, she couldn't do much without causing a scene, which might actually be the last thing she wanted, so she followed reluctantly. She was sure she couldn't be any more embarrassed or flushed, guilty for having disrupted their converstaion. Merlin this was awful! Casting a sheepish look at Irene, she mouthed, I'm so sorry, and was determined to get out of the workshop as fast as humanly possible.

An unpleasant feeling settled over her as she looked at Irene; she had certainly interrupted something serious and had the sinking feeling she had never been more wholly unwelcome in the workshop than she was right now. "It needs stitching. I'll just go to my sister's up the street." She had injured herself enough to know how serious it was. It might be the right amount of an emergency to get them to let her go.

"It was a spur of the moment thing, I didn't meant to interrupt once I heard some someone was here. What I had wasn't important, I just thought I'd drop what I brought on the windowsill and go." Though not drop it literally, clearly. Daff's gaze flickered uneasily between the other two and she pulled her hand from Elias'. She felt blood trickle down her arm. A little droplet hit the workshop floor to punctuate her need to leave and she quickly readjusted her hands so she didn't make a mess. Using the apron she had forgotten to take off to add to the handkerchief she was bleeding through, she squeezed tightly; the pain was keeping her oddly focused. "Let me back out of this as gracefully as I can manage. I don't want to be in the way of anything important." She added, a little more firmly as she started to backtrack towards the door. There was an undertone to the composure she tried to desperately portray that she hoped everybody would just go along with.

Daff had unwittingly gotten herself into this mess and she was desperate to get out of it, no matter what.