( Mishka's got his nice little satchel with his neat little supplies, and he has with him a basket of milk and sugar-dusted honey bread. It's wrapped up in a cute little gingham handkerchief, looking very cottagecore.

Anyway, this certainly wasn't what he expected when the door opened, and he raises an eyebrow with both curiosity and amusement. )

Good afternoon. Are you certain this is a good time?

( What does an excess of flowers blooming mean on a plant person... Wanting to get pollinated? The fact that some appear to have been trimmed and pulled is not lost on him, though, suggesting that this was not a wanted affliction. If this were so, it resembles a usual fate for travelers inflicted with certain spores along Koshevek roads, if much prettier. Perhaps that makes all the difference. )

( He's seen worse burst from people's skin since he was a kid, he's gotten used to it. He'll gladly come in, and he'll set the basket on the counter or wherever. )

Well, I'd brought this as thanks for the help, ( balancing the scales, etc, ) but if this is a direr circumstance, might I help you instead? If you need only cut them out, I am very good with very precise knives. You can instruct me as I work, if that will suffice as distraction.

( Mishka studies Syrlya more closely as he takes a seat, fortunately not thinking of any funny business. )

Do you mind?

( He's going to take up Syrlya by the wrist to better inspect the way the flowers dig into his arm, reaching into his belt to extract a particularly thin knife, excellent for incisions. Why does he have this at hand, and what does he use this for here in Crescent View? Don't worry about it. )

Where did this occur? One of the lakes here?

All sorts of things happen in the mines, hm?

( With the precision of a killer, Mishka quite carefully sets to work, pulling gently taut each stem, and manipulating them about as he makes the slightest incisions to extract them with as little trauma to the skin as possible. Advanced weeding.

Given the slightness of the cuts, they hurt next to not at all, kind of like acupuncture, though it may ache a little should he need to go particularly deep to slide one out from the roots without snapping it off at the stem.

Though he speaks, he's largely focused on his work. )

Was it painful?

( He works his way up unhurriedly. He's been pretty up close with Trahearne, but he hasn't had a chance to properly examine Sylvari like this. He's certainly studying Syrlya's body with a investigative air, gaze inquisitive and a thumb touching along the strange ridges of his skin... leaves? )

Have you places with less sensation than others?

( A bit like human anatomy, if so. )