A gentle sigh left Ingo's lips as he packaged together another balm- yet another offering to the local noble pokemon, Sneasler. Setting it to the side, he prepared the next one, but his hands stilled as he looked at you. The dim lighting within the cottage still shone on your features, giving you a rather gentle look- but he was more focused on your hands.

"You don't need to pack it so tightly," he explains. The frown on his lips doesn't betray him- his tone is reassuring despite his reprimand. "Here, let me show you."

Taking your hands into his own, he deftly showed you how to encase the ingredients- tying off the bag as it's soothing aroma wafted up into the air. Despite the callouses on his palms, his touch was soft as he guided you through the process. "There," he hums, pulling back as he completed another. "Try tying them like that."