Henry slowly brushed off his hands as he felt his body relax from its sudden burst of adrenaline. The musician dusted his palms clear of the grit from the road as he leveled a steady gaze on the short woman. "Are you sure you aren't projecting, Miss Yvonne? I mean, falling is... Hmm. No, no I've got nothing on this one." He shook his head with a light chuckle. His heart was slowly settling down from its rapid, stattaco beat, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

The bard was a bit relieved that she hadn't gone off on her on. While he was absolutely sure she would have been able to get back to the orphanage on her own - he would have felt rather miserable about it, since he was supposed to be escorting her about the town. He sighed and ran one hand through his hair, shoving the loose locks back and away from his face, then gave her a lopsided smile. "Alright. Now that you've gotten my heart racing for an entirely different reason, we should press on." A full body shake, and he rolled his hand, indicating she should follow him, as he began ambling down the quiet city street.

The night air was thick and warm as they strolled down the street. His destination this time was one of the sleepy little cafes that were still open this late. There weren't many - but as she trailed behind him, he did find one that was still working. He didn't recognize the woman manning the little bar - but that didn't stop him from giving a warm, genial smile as he purchased a pair of chilled drinks.

"So, Miss Yvonne." Henry piped up again, breaking the amicable silence that had fallen. "Are you wanting to see the town more? Or - I know of a nice field that should be a bit cooler than it is here." He raised an eyebrow as he sipped on his drink. Would she even be up for spending more time in his company, or had she had enough of him?