"Oh!" Acacia exclaimed as she ran into something tall and quite more solid than she expected, stumbling back before quick hands closed around her shoulders. Her slippers found purchase under her skirts, and she was able to stand upright (gratefully so, since ruining this skirt would land her in her mother's poor graces again). At first, the near-fall accompanied a sick feeling; getting caught on her way to the dungeons had not been in her plans after all. But she recognized Corran's man just as he said her name.
"Sir Garaile!" she exclaimed, the dismay giving way to relief. "No need to apologize when you quite adeptly saved me at the same time, now, is there?" She smiled, widely. She truly was happy to see him, but at the same time, she knew a good offense was the best defense, and a smile could disarm many people before they thought to stop and ask what she was up to this time. That went double for the fact that she had indeed been moving a bit too quickly for a lady, and also probably not where she should be.
A moment later, the realization hit her. "Oh...you and His Highness are back, then?" Wherever Corran was, there one could find Garaile, after all. "Are you both hale, then? How was your excursion?"