Gemma turned wide, curious eyes up toward Alfie as he spoke. Something had changed in his demeanor all of a sudden and she was not entirely sure why. Why in the name of Merlin's beard was he sorry? It wasn't exactly his fault after all. He'd gotten stuck, called for help and she happened to hear him. The solution itself was easy enough, right?

"Why are you sorry?" She asked bluntly, one eyebrow raised curiously. Gemma realized she'd spoken too soon, as he continued. Now she was thoroughly confused. With furrowed brows and a little frown, she had more questions than she had originally. This was entirely unlike them. Of course this was a odd situation, but nothing that should be causing him to say such things.

Right?

Gemma was not one to panic, not really, the solution to this was so simple! Perhaps if she were some debutante worried about her reputation, she would worry, but she wasn't. She was a tiny, loud, obnoxious herbologist who honestly thought she would never get married. One kiss was not a big deal despite his apparent trepidation.

And so, ever the Gryffindor and one to take action rather than sit there and plan, Gemma reached up, softly framing his face with her hands. She had to push up to her tiptoes at the same time she gently pulled him down to meet her in the middle as she planted an easy kiss on his lips.