[ The moment between man and dog-shaped-druid is over quite abruptly, but it's probably for the best. Thoma has made enough of a fool of himself between falling over and, oh yeah, petting her. Better to stop before it gets worse.

Famous last words.

Ori resumes her usual shape and, he's not sure if it's the light or the angle or the color that blooms on her cheeks or the flowers quite literally blooming in her hair, but Thoma's heart does a flip in his chest. He thinks suddenly, briefly, Oh. He hadn't really noticed before with all the other stuff going on, but now he's struck with the realization that Ori is really quite pretty.

That somehow makes the fact that he'd forgotten himself and dove right in to give her scritches even worse. ]

I'm okay! Not even a bruise, haha!

[ His face is on fire fore sure, but he still reaches up to accept her hand up. The second he's on his feet, however, he turns away to brush himself off and regain his bearings. ]

I'm really sorry. I get so carried away when I see a cute animal, especially a dog or cat. I hope I didn't offend you.