She couldn't really call himt o task for not letting her go, as truthfully she might have stumbled anyhow, enough pressure against his palms to warn him she was leaning slightly into the touch.  Well why not? He'd put his hands there in the first place!  Besides.. he was familiar enough to her, she didn't recall speaking directly to him, but she knew of him and had seen him.. the boy who slept int he librarya nd was always missing class.. it made her lips twitch in a bit of a smile that was more genuine then the one she offered before.   She knew sometimes her speech was hard to reason out, so she didn't begrudge his misunderstanding.. and tryed to think of a way to put it into words.  "<em> Nay.. I cannae do tha' What I mean to be tellin' ya, was I was chasing whisps"</em>oh yeah, that clarified things. Apparently satisfied with whatever wrinkle she may have straightened out of his robe by noew, her fingers remained loosely wrapped in the fabric.. he was holding her shoulders.. why not?   "<em> I wonder.. what were ye after to 'ave ye in a rush?"</em>