She was just thinking of herself, like she always did. She would look silly, especially with just the rose and not the scarf... but that wasn't even the image he'd suggested! It was just... it WAS a touchy subject! 

But the moment HE began to think badly of himself her stomach twisted. She hadn't meant... 

"No!" she said, reaching out for the rose and accidentally taking his hand in the process. She looked at their hands but left hers there. "Um," she faltered, something she rarely did, "No, it isn't... I'm sorry." She took the rose and slipped her hand away slowly. 

She brought the rose to her face and smelled it, closing her eyes. For a just a second, the lovely smell reminded her of home...  Then she kind of held it to her chest, blushing now, and thanked him.