"Delightful," Daff chuckled. Honestly she was a little worried he'd hit his head too hard; he seemed awfully chipper for someone who had just fallen off a broom into someone's back garden. "Ice," She handed the tied up cloth to her guest first. "Or a little something for what I'm sure is a heinous headache?" She offered before realizing that was probably a little forward of her. "My sister is a healer, I promise it's safe." She assured him, despite the fact that it was Noble who had brewed this particular potion. Ama was just as likely.

Daffy then summoned her gardening sheers from where she had been weeding. "And this," She started to peel a couple of the leaves from the dittany plant to expose the juice inside. "Should take care of those scratches." Daff was not quite a herbologist, but she very well could be by this point. She had always paid genuine attention when Ama or Noble went off about potions and plant ingredients, not to mention her father's ramblings or her mother's for that matter.

"Nonsense, I have ways to treat them too." A few damaged leaves and stalks were simple enough to take care of. "Besides, you're taking this one home with you." She teased lightly about the one that had taken the brunt of his fall.