Callista tried not to bristle outwardly at his remark, though it rubbed her the wrong way. It was why she tried to keep her interest in herbology private before she knew whether someone would be inclined to judge her for it. She felt a small bubble of defiance in her chest – because she was allowed to have hobbies, however ladylike or unladylike they might be, and a hobby like this was hardly dangerous when one knew what they were doing (and she did know what she was doing here), and so it didn’t harm anyone.
Ahem. Well. Usually, anyway. “I didn’t know you were out in the grounds,” she protested. (She had been in the process of trying to offer him a glass of water, and had it in hand for him, but had gotten sidetracked in defence of her mandrakes.) “I would have warned you before you got too close.”
Ahem. Well. Usually, anyway. “I didn’t know you were out in the grounds,” she protested. (She had been in the process of trying to offer him a glass of water, and had it in hand for him, but had gotten sidetracked in defence of her mandrakes.) “I would have warned you before you got too close.”
