“Oh…” wincing as he finishes the motion, Falke nonetheless continues to protes. “I’m fine, thanks. Just a bad leg.” His hands find the glass container easily, for everything has a place in his pack and he he knows where every place is. Now that he’s got a secure hand on it, the Fixer turns his gaze towards the woman - and the first thing he notices are the ears.
A wide smile spreads across his face, boyish almost, despite his ‘age,’ as his task is temporarily forgotten. “What shift is that from?” Because believe it or not, Falke has never seen a Qilin. Did he see this woman on the ice above? Probably - but her tattoo had been hidden and there had been wings on her back then, and there was quite a lot going on then. His memory fails him this time.
It’s only as he reaches down again (this time, to find his notebook), that he happens to spy the lily in a flash of previously unnoticed brightness. And now Amalia is forgotten as his attention is delightfully held by the beautiful flower. “A lily…” he exhales in awe. “What a blessing…”
Even Gideon would be jealous of this one.
