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He laughed with her, warmed by the small moments where everything seemed like it would turn out just fine. Moments where he lived for the moment, working and laughing. As soon as it the laughter faded into the cool day he was prepared for the worries to return, but none came. No, the niggling doubts seemed so trivial in the face of the moment. Honest work and a new friend, what more could he really ask for?
If there was anything it would be exactly what Rexanna handed him. Like liquid it felt in his hands, a blanket like nothing he'd ever seen before, and the color. The deep dark crimson flowed across calloused hands like a lover's touch, unthinkably soft but still substantial enough to inspire courage. He shook his head at how taken aback he was by a piece of cloth. There was so much he had to say and ask, but he got ahold of his tongue before he began babbling again. The look he got was enough of an answer to satiate any lingering doubt.
"Thank you." he simply said with his voice and eyes alight with all the warmth and gratitude he could muster. A glint of a foreign sun saying a thousand words the cobbler could never even think of. "Far vel, Rexanna! On warm winds and soft soles!"
If there was anything it would be exactly what Rexanna handed him. Like liquid it felt in his hands, a blanket like nothing he'd ever seen before, and the color. The deep dark crimson flowed across calloused hands like a lover's touch, unthinkably soft but still substantial enough to inspire courage. He shook his head at how taken aback he was by a piece of cloth. There was so much he had to say and ask, but he got ahold of his tongue before he began babbling again. The look he got was enough of an answer to satiate any lingering doubt.
"Thank you." he simply said with his voice and eyes alight with all the warmth and gratitude he could muster. A glint of a foreign sun saying a thousand words the cobbler could never even think of. "Far vel, Rexanna! On warm winds and soft soles!"
