[ Both her posture and expression soften somewhat, glad that he at least sees some sense. It's a relief given how fuzzy her mind is slowly becoming. She makes an even greater effort to breathe less frequently, though the best idea would be to continue on her way out of the gardens. ]

It isn't something most people would think to be wary of.

[ She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tail swaying uncomfortably behind her. ]

I am going to leave the gardens and get some fresh air. You are welcome to join me.