Poppy pushed the dirty sleeve of her robe away before she accepted his hand up, then released it as quickly as possible. She'd never held hands with a boy who wasn't her brother before, and this felt very different. She hadn't the slightest idea what the first word he'd said meant (nor which language it was, if it even was one). Though she definitely understood the second half of it. The corners of her lips curved downwards. Followed by her brows, as he flipped from cranky to... kind?

"Y-you don't have to," she lifted her chin with a sniff. He reminded her a bit of her brother Callum. Sweet, and then sour about having been sweet. It was utterly ridiculous. Boys should have been better at managing their emotions rather than inflicting them on everyone else.