[Even before she answers, Sebastian is reaching into his breast pocket for a white, silken handkerchief. He's acutely aware of the butterflies, glances at them out of the corner of his eye as they flutter close... but he's nothing if not composed and confident. Not knowing what would happen should they touch him isn't enough for him to recoil. Instead, he turns his focus back on the girl.]
No, [he softly agrees. No, of course this isn't a case of her being ill or wounded, he knows. He holds the handkerchief out to her.]