...all my flowers are dead

It felt like the world stopped around him. Like every insect, every leaf, every bird was stilled in this moment. The moment he allowed himself to truly admire her from his vantage above her, it all went quiet. And what an alluring vantage it was. He was staring. He knew he was staring and yet....there was something ethereal about her that glitched his good sense in its tracks. He realized himself quickly however, and did his best to play it off. It didn't do for a Warden of his standing to be gawking. His subordinates looked to him for guidance. He cleared his throat, stepping off to the side a tad to lean against a nearby tree. 

When he'd folded his arms across his chest and kicked his legs out to balance, he focused again on the sight before him. You know, there are plenty of places to read in the keep, I assure you. he offered her a clipped yet sheepish sort of smile then. Unless you've decided you can't stand us anymore, in which case I'll leave you to it. But he had little intentions on leaving unless she explicitly asked him to. All of this in his poor attempt at conversation. There was a reason he was a soldier, not a politician.