Momentarily winded, Delia waited a moment before getting up, then stalled by Hadrian's arrival and the concern on his face. "I'm seeding the hill with wildflowers!" She announced once she had found enough air. Her smile was as brilliant and her hair a windswept mess, but she was pleased so far by the results. She reached out to lay her hand against his cheek gently. "I'm well, I just didn't anticipate the recoil from the gun." For all his bravado, Delia knew he worried about her, even if he tried not to show it.

"Come, let's see how it did!" She didn't want to linger on it, she was fine. A little winded and perhaps a little bruised, but that was nothing compared to some of the things they had encountered across the years. Delia wasn't sure she'd explained this little project to Hads but that wouldn't be anything unusual. They were always so busy doing something, cataloguing and collecting specimens; Hadrian has his travel logs, Delia her notes; he tended to look for creatures along the way, while she had her nose to the ground for new plants. It didn't occur to her that this would be some sort of alarming (the logistics of it were out the window now, Dee had never been good at them) or that she ought to have warned someone about her plans.

Scrambling to her feet using her husband as leverage, Delia made her way over to where the shot had scattered to see how well the seeds had spread out.