His smile is lopsided and once his hand is free, he bows to her, a real full court bow, and then snaps hsi fingers, and holds out a glass of fresh water, sipping it, then extending it to her.
"Water, my friend?"
It is an old tradition, one that few remember in the modern time, but he extends it now because it feels absolutely right with her.
Her magic is greeted with a warm smile and his eyes glow bright, a flicker from red to gold to black and back to his normal eyes slowly.
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"Water, my friend?"
It is an old tradition, one that few remember in the modern time, but he extends it now because it feels absolutely right with her.
Her magic is greeted with a warm smile and his eyes glow bright, a flicker from red to gold to black and back to his normal eyes slowly.