She fought to suppress her laugh at the gentleman’s good natured discomfort. He was clearly disquieted by the animals proximity. She couldn’t blame him, having an animal chew on ones collar would be uncomfortable even if you dearly loved the animal in question. It spoke to his good nature that he wasn’t raging, causing a fuss, or treating the animal with a hex to get it to move away.

’He isn’t mine, but I might have something that might interest him more than your shirt.’ she said with a light smile, and scooped up the broken and bruised leaves that remained in her basket and, holding them in a clump, offered them to the animal. It snorted wetly into the gentleman’s neck one last time, before shuffling off to chew noisily on the cast off foliage. ’There you go, isn’t that much nicer.’ she soothed the animal, and looked back to the gentleman. ’Is there lasting damage?’ she asked, motioning with the arm that held the basket to his neck, ’I’m good with a mending charm if you like?’, it was a simple enough spell, but not the sort of thing young men tended to learn as a matter of course, young ladies on the other hand were all expected to know how to repair a collar, and attach a button with spellwork.