Was she imagining that jolt when his hand brushed against hers? She nearly dropped the flask. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, shying away from him a bit. "I'm sorry. Just. I haven't met a tiger before and so close to the moon I'm just.. A little jumpy. I'm sorry."
He wasn't going to hurt her. Part of her understood that. On another day it would've been easier to stay calm.