He turns to the collection of outer armor to oblige her by kneeling down and pulling the long cape out. The material has the appearance of something silky, but the sheen over it is sturdy, perhaps lacquered in something resilient.
When he's finished, he turns around and sits in the middle, stretching his legs out with his knees raised. His eyes lift to look at her, and there isn't any shame or modesty in his sweeping glance. Just some appreciative politeness. He has eyes? (He is also still half-human, sue him.) He can look and still be nice about it.
In a quiet and low voice, he says,] Come here. [His right hand lifts, offering it out to her with the palm up.]
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He turns to the collection of outer armor to oblige her by kneeling down and pulling the long cape out. The material has the appearance of something silky, but the sheen over it is sturdy, perhaps lacquered in something resilient.
When he's finished, he turns around and sits in the middle, stretching his legs out with his knees raised. His eyes lift to look at her, and there isn't any shame or modesty in his sweeping glance. Just some appreciative politeness. He has eyes? (He is also still half-human, sue him.) He can look and still be nice about it.
In a quiet and low voice, he says,] Come here. [His right hand lifts, offering it out to her with the palm up.]