Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.
The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.
“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”
He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.