He watches, warily, from under his veils as the music-man ( Gildor, he'd heard and would soon dismiss from his memory banks ) extends a hand. It's off, yeah. It's easy to reach across himself to find purchase in it, briefly shaking Gildor's hand before he pulls it back. Doesn't even know why he does it -- he's not one for touching, and the vibrato of his mind lets that be known. ]
It's no big deal.
[ The praise ghosts by him, and he does his best to keep it from reaching that wounded part of his heart that doesn't need to be mended with casual platitudes. ]
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[ "Mister" would be his father, definitely.
He watches, warily, from under his veils as the music-man ( Gildor, he'd heard and would soon dismiss from his memory banks ) extends a hand. It's off, yeah. It's easy to reach across himself to find purchase in it, briefly shaking Gildor's hand before he pulls it back. Doesn't even know why he does it -- he's not one for touching, and the vibrato of his mind lets that be known. ]
It's no big deal.
[ The praise ghosts by him, and he does his best to keep it from reaching that wounded part of his heart that doesn't need to be mended with casual platitudes. ]
I thought it was just somethin' obvious.