Destin frowns. "Hurt you?" He then manages a small laugh. "I'm a healer. I don't hurt people!" He then pales, realizing that he just admitted that he wouldn't hurt her if she came after him. He takes another small step back, preparing to run back to camp. He trips over a tree branch and falls on his back. His pouch flies open, sending the leaves everywhere. He gasps and scrambles to gather them before the wind can blow them away. He momentarily forgets about Aya, his dagger falling away a few feet as he tries to gather the leaves.