[ Beatrix hums, and Trahearne looks up at her. He watches the thoughts go through her mind, always guessing what she might be thinking about but never certain, and eases as she makes her offer. But--
"I rather like the way you looked when you saw it. I should like to see that on you more."
And now he's embarrassed. His eyes drift upwards, suddenly felt seen and exposed. He's sure the only people who have seen him make that look are Ori. Phantom. Eustace. And only under very specific circumstances. He's supposed to be putting those feelings to rest, coming to terms with the impossible gap between life and death, between dream and reality, not clinging onto what thready visions this realm occasionally bestows upon him. ]
Oh. [ It's a little utterance of surprise. For a moment, he thinks about addressing that and all the little complications that come with it, but decides to gloss over it. Maybe another time. His gaze settles on her again. ] Thank you, Beatrix. I would appreciate that.
[ He nods in the direction he originally came, where he hopes the inventor still is. ]
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"I rather like the way you looked when you saw it. I should like to see that on you more."
And now he's embarrassed. His eyes drift upwards, suddenly felt seen and exposed. He's sure the only people who have seen him make that look are Ori. Phantom. Eustace. And only under very specific circumstances. He's supposed to be putting those feelings to rest, coming to terms with the impossible gap between life and death, between dream and reality, not clinging onto what thready visions this realm occasionally bestows upon him. ]
Oh. [ It's a little utterance of surprise. For a moment, he thinks about addressing that and all the little complications that come with it, but decides to gloss over it. Maybe another time. His gaze settles on her again. ] Thank you, Beatrix. I would appreciate that.
[ He nods in the direction he originally came, where he hopes the inventor still is. ]