[He ushers her away from what could likely turn into more enthralling adventures on the dangerous side and though she's not personally concerned about being run over by a carriage (because naturally she should be trying to actively avoid that), she decides to play along. He's showing some concern, which is not entirely new. He was that way when they arrived, after all. She remembers fondly the cloak he retrieved for her.

Not the most conversational man, but a very kind one.

She follows along at his side, humming a nonsensical song that seems to have no rhyme or reason for being, only that it is present at all while she tries to find a way to answer him.]

I don't know if I'd call it an errand. I think you might be a bit bored by it, though. You're welcome to come along anyway.

[Looking over to him, she continues.] I spoke with him. His Majesty, I mean. I grow flowers back where I come from and I wanted to do the same here. He seemed to support that. He said if I grew any, to arrange to have them taken to his... people, because they'd have a use for them. I'm looking around for what kinds of flower seeds might be available here.

[So she can have a flower shop. Simple pleasures for a seemingly simple girl, who is anything but simple.]