She was grateful she'd slipped her gloves off before she'd fallen. First they would not have survived the fall without needing mending, and two, because she was fairly certain her wrist would have screamed at her if she tried to belatedly remove it. Alvin's hands were gentle on her's as he looked first at the scrapes on one hand and then her injured hand. She winced even at his ginger touch, the pain distracting her from the sensation of his warm hand sending tingles through her fingers, it reminded her to focus on the fact that she was nothing more than a little girl to him.

Resolutely she lifted her chin, fixing her eyes just past his shoulder. She tried to bend her wrist as she did so, and almost started to cry again. "No." Her voice wavered and she found herself berating herself once again for her foolishness. "It's fine." It certainly wasn't, but she didn't need to give him any reason to think of her more as a girl than a lady.

In her stubbornness, her gaze fixing to his temple to be polite but to keep from making eye contact, she did not see the floating ball of green that had drifted above their heads.