Skellig is visibly impressed by her collection - never before has he seen anything remotely this precious, right in front of him in the open. There have been windows in shops that he has wandered past, sure, but his 'kind' are not welcome in any of them...
He looks at her, and she might sense a hint of the hesitation in his expression. Swallowing hard, he lightly squeezes her hand. "Are you certain? I would wear it, gladly. I just..."
A pause.
"The most expensive thing I ever have owned is likely my coat," he explains. "And that...I have had some some time. If you saw it, you would understand. It is...quite worn." Briefly, he wonders where exactly his coat ended up, through this trip into the desert. Worn hem, patches (handsewn by his stiff fingers) on the elbows, stains and tears he has worked to mend. Heavy wool, once expensive, but given to him by a charity shop.
"I just have never been offered anything near this valued."
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Date: 2024-04-13 12:33 am (UTC)He looks at her, and she might sense a hint of the hesitation in his expression. Swallowing hard, he lightly squeezes her hand. "Are you certain? I would wear it, gladly. I just..."
A pause.
"The most expensive thing I ever have owned is likely my coat," he explains. "And that...I have had some some time. If you saw it, you would understand. It is...quite worn." Briefly, he wonders where exactly his coat ended up, through this trip into the desert. Worn hem, patches (handsewn by his stiff fingers) on the elbows, stains and tears he has worked to mend. Heavy wool, once expensive, but given to him by a charity shop.
"I just have never been offered anything near this valued."