Blake blinked, and his smile faded - to be replaced by a bright flush in his face. He glanced away, a slight stammer suddenly in his voice.

"A-ah... Thanks are not necessary," he managed to mumble out. His fingers fidgeted anxiously, unsure of what to do with feelings of gratitude aimed at him. "I was simply following orders from my Mistress."

Help anyone he could find, were her directives. Therefore, it wasn't as though it was completely his idea.