She was just about to speak - an inquiry as to whether or not he would know what to do should an alp-luachra crawl into someone's mouth (Which was precisely why stories were important!) - when he ended up being less solid than initially anticipated and the train of thought was derailed.
"My apologies," she replied, teeth pulling at her lower lip in some degree of concern. "Have I scrambled you? Should I do something to make it better?"