[ Perhaps, ordinarily, his behavior wouldn't feel like a bit much; but Ori has foolishly gotten used to people mostly letting her be without much question around here, so in a way this was a bit of a reminder of reality even within this realm of dreams. At least he isn't actively yelling or screaming while running away...?

When he apologizes, she waves a hand dismissively and tries her best at an airy laugh. ]

It's alright! [ is it tho ] You come from a place where there are no tieflings, so it's understandable that you might be... surprised by how I look. But please, rest assured, I'm not here to do anything diabolical or sinister to you or anyone...

[ Perhaps, in time, he'll come to see that Ori really is just here to plant flowers and help people. And that she's (mostly) harmless.

At his prompting, she taker her basket up once more and then wonders if it's really okay for her to take up more of his time than she already has. But in the end, she hopes that telling him more about her world might make things better for whoever the next tiefling this man meets is, if that ever happens. And so she makes her way over and takes a seat, holding her basket of tulips in her lap. ]

The world I come from? Um... I don't really know what style of music there are, but I used to travel with a friend who's a bard, and he played the lute or the flute a lot. Songs that tell a story, that kind of thing.