Gretel snorted, her short laugh scraping the back of her throat, but at least the look was easy going. She shook her head, then ducked under the leather sling, putting her bow once again to her back.
"No apology needed," she said with a huff. "Just warn me next time." And definitely don't do it when Hansel's in eye-shot. That would probably not go by well.
Moving on. Her eyes flicked from the package of little white rolls of paper, to the one dangling between his fingertips. Not one to bypass a peace offering, even if it wasn't necessarily warranted, Gretel plucked one from the pack and examined it- length wise, end to end, and then under her nose for a sniff. Seemed to be filled with dried herbs, but the smell was incredibly unique.
"Is this some kind of...tincture? A tea, maybe..."