He's being too nice to her, Meadow is pretty certain. She's not used to it, and has a hard time meeting his gaze. The attention enough to leave her shifting over her feet just a little... but she doesn't flee. She doesn't leave or go, instead just... listens. Why was she leaning in like this? Wilder. He's wilder than anything Meadow was pretty sure she'd ever been this close to. Wilder than anyone she's ever been this close to. Her breath catching in her throat. Heck. Not moss, but instead of being offended or embarrassed he seemed... endeared? Is that the right feeling?
Heart beating a little louder than maybe she expected, Meadow fought to remember her manners. "It's nice to meet you Wilder," though her words were still soft. Close. Closer. In her personal space, though Wilder was trying to get more on her level as well. Could he hear her pulse from there? Meadow didn't think it unlikely. She's still smiling.
"Just some elderberries," looking up at him with her gaze wide, Meadow is happy to divert attention to the plants. "Have you seen any?" Maybe he'd share, if he knew. And with how sad the other specimen looked, maybe others also needed pruning. Maybe. Plants are easier than boys.
