[Humming to himself, unwillingly a trace curious in the end, Emet-Selch unfastens the box and pulls out... a very fine black robe. The sort of thing that would be comfortable to lounge around in, and warm-looking enough to certainly be appreciated when colder weather began to set in.
The style certainly was very... Amaurotine. Especially paired with the mask, and it's coincidence enough to have Emet-Selch look askance at her, wondering if this was her way of suggesting that she'd learned some things about him... but he shakes the thought from his mind after a moment. Had Tataru truly discovered what he was, he doubted that she'd be delivering a fine hand-crafted robe privately to him, in some ill-considered gesture of confrontation.
So it's sincere and thoughtful and useful. And similar enough for a small pang of home-sickness. Something that briefly crosses his expression before being smoothed away into neutrality- but he at least doesn't seem displeased by it.]
It's lovely. And unexpected.
[Gratitude wasn't something he was particularly good at showing, and as he keeps the long robe slung over one arm, he slowly traces the outlines of the accompanying mask. It takes effort to wrest his attention from it and onto its crafter.]
Do you want anything for it? 'Tis a fine gift to hand over for nothing.
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The style certainly was very... Amaurotine. Especially paired with the mask, and it's coincidence enough to have Emet-Selch look askance at her, wondering if this was her way of suggesting that she'd learned some things about him... but he shakes the thought from his mind after a moment. Had Tataru truly discovered what he was, he doubted that she'd be delivering a fine hand-crafted robe privately to him, in some ill-considered gesture of confrontation.
So it's sincere and thoughtful and useful. And similar enough for a small pang of home-sickness. Something that briefly crosses his expression before being smoothed away into neutrality- but he at least doesn't seem displeased by it.]
It's lovely. And unexpected.
[Gratitude wasn't something he was particularly good at showing, and as he keeps the long robe slung over one arm, he slowly traces the outlines of the accompanying mask. It takes effort to wrest his attention from it and onto its crafter.]
Do you want anything for it? 'Tis a fine gift to hand over for nothing.