Elphaba blinked up at Glinda, returning the confusion, until the giggle bubbled up and that shining smile and charisma returned, with a girly bump to her shoulder. She wasn't hurt or upset? Why in Oz was she so terrible at reading someone's emotions??  The surprised look was quickly replaced by a scowl and she turned her head away, but it was too late:  she was sure that Glinda would likely see through the thin attempt to maintain her composure.  The green hue of her skin darkening on her face - an Elphaba blush.<br/><br/>"I don't know what you're talking about. I just didn't want you blubbering all over me... that's all."<br/>She muttered miserably, her heart leapt at the hand placed so delicately on her chest and hammered with a queer feeling in her stomach, the skin beneath the delicate fingers rippled with goosebumps.  She reasoned with herself that it was Glinda's perfume that going to make her puke at some point, she had to get away from it.