[Sheik begins to look over in the direction Purah indicates, but, in much the same manner, has his attention quickly derailed from the excavation efforts to something far more personal.]
I—... what? It belongs to me.
[He answers, reading an accusation into her tone, his arms shifting around the box he carries defensively as though he half-expects Purah to reach out and try to pull the tattered article off of him. A moment of scrutiny later, and a sinking feeling settles deep in his gut. Scarlet eyes, snow white hair... this woman, she— she isn't, is she?
He doesn't ask, not directly, too wary by half to do so. Instead, he adds:] It was given to me by my mentor several years ago. What concern is it of yours?
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I—... what? It belongs to me.
[He answers, reading an accusation into her tone, his arms shifting around the box he carries defensively as though he half-expects Purah to reach out and try to pull the tattered article off of him. A moment of scrutiny later, and a sinking feeling settles deep in his gut. Scarlet eyes, snow white hair... this woman, she— she isn't, is she?
He doesn't ask, not directly, too wary by half to do so. Instead, he adds:] It was given to me by my mentor several years ago. What concern is it of yours?