Her honest reaction to the flowers is one of utter confusion. "For me...?" She takes the bouquet from him carefully, cradling it with unsure hands. "I've never... I mean, no one's ever wanted... because I'm just... normal. I'm glad it helped you, but... I feel like I didn't do anything, so why... why would you... for me?" None of that made sense, and she knows it, which makes her cheeks flare bright red. She seems to have a knack for embarrassing herself in front of him. "Thank you," she adds meekly. "I don't... have anything to keep them in, but I can ask at the desk later, see if the matron here has one I could borrow." Because she's not going outside. Not yet. Outside means interacting with people, means letting other people see her and it's getting hard to breathe and--

She takes a sudden, deep breath before setting aside the flowers, her face completely pale again. Tea. There's tea to pour. That's a good distraction. She can do that. Her hands may be shaking, but she's steady enough that she won't spill. There's so much to focus on suddenly. Breathing, pouring the tea, not worrying Viatorus with her behavior before...

...there's really no point in waiting. There's no way he'd have missed all the signs.

"Something's happened since last we met."