"'scuse me," Kieran cleared his throat, hands behind his back as he approached you with his boats scuffing the dirt. "I, em, got somethin' for you."

His eyes glanced away, visibly swallowing as his arms thrusted towards you a rather pretty bouquet of flowers. It was an arrangement of flora you'd seen around the outskirts of camp — likely the only ones he could get seeing as he wasn't quite trusted enough to be let out on his own.

You could see Kieran's fingers quivering. He always seemed to be shaky and red-eared around you, this man.