[ He stands and heads off with her again without dusting himself clean, his dark robes blotted in pale dirt. It'll make Lakshmi fuss later, but right now he couldn't care less. If there are any feelings of guilt coming from Pidge, they aren't enough to rub off on him. Gildor's happiness and wonderment is still palpable as they walk, a spring in his step that wasn't there before. ]

(Louder hmm? I can imagine now, I think. I've heard songs of it. Oh, and I know it is the color of blood.)

[ He's a bit eager to see what he and every living thing known to him looks like on the inside. Naively eager.

Gildor parts the flaps of the first tent they reach with the front end of his staff and allows Pidge to enter ahead of him. Once past the layers of secure fabrics, he hardly hesitates to pull his veiled hat off, breathing deeply and shaking his long hair and pointed ears free. ]

That real Carbouchians wear all these layers day in and day out for their faith is commendable, but cannot wait to be free of these constraining gloves and masks-

[ This might be the first time they've truly been face to face. Though Gildor cares little for appearances, it's nice to hear and talk freely without the muffling of fabric in their faces. ]