Rezo would feel another brush of her fingers against his palm, and of he didn't pull away from it, Lioriley would gently squeeze his hand. If not that - she would aim a little higher, softly touch his forearm and then let her hand drop again. A simple gesture of thanks for the apology he truly did not have to offer. She did not say anything else about it, about as willing to distract herself as he was.

"There looks to be a patch of fruit cups to our north east." She said, moving along in that direction. The sound of her bag being shifted off her shoulder heard while she pulled a few small burlap bags out, offering one to Rezo once their pace began to slow. "How many would you like to keep for yourself?"