[ Another vision-memory flashes across the connection, and it's all Gildor can do to keep his expression steady in that moment. The woman's face and feelings attached to her are distant and easily identifiable against his own, but like most of Bellamy's worries, they aren't pleasant. It's his own fault that he feels it, keeping his mind so open to other hosts.
The gift was meant to make him happy. While no blame is placed on Bellamy, there is a small sense of failure coming from Gildor's end. His fingers stay on the book - and under Bellamy's - for a beat too long. He wants to offer comfort. To find him something, a hobby, a brief mental distraction. And not just for Bellamy, but the Nest - he has well-intentioned ambitions for nearly all of them, as his duty as a bard.
He clears his throat awkwardly as he slides his hands away. ]
Oh, yes, if you wouldn't mind. That would be lovely. [ His brows have unfurrowed and he's found his usual easy smile again. ]
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The gift was meant to make him happy. While no blame is placed on Bellamy, there is a small sense of failure coming from Gildor's end. His fingers stay on the book - and under Bellamy's - for a beat too long. He wants to offer comfort. To find him something, a hobby, a brief mental distraction. And not just for Bellamy, but the Nest - he has well-intentioned ambitions for nearly all of them, as his duty as a bard.
He clears his throat awkwardly as he slides his hands away. ]
Oh, yes, if you wouldn't mind. That would be lovely. [ His brows have unfurrowed and he's found his usual easy smile again. ]