It's the easy part of the reply, and he responds to that first, eyes blinking open again when Iramaat had finished her work. He thought he had a reasonable enough mental map of her painting in order to roughly copy it. Sure, he could conjure up a mirror and double-check, but he didn't care to be so precise. A general similarity would be close enough, and he reaches out to take the paint from her.
That pause had been hard to miss though, and he hums thoughtfully to himself at it. His own Bonded had gone without for a long time, and had suffered greatly for it. It's a thought that softens him slightly, though it doesn't keep him from continuing to inquire, never minding that it might be a personal sort of question. "No luck in finding anyone worth tolerating? In possession of particular standards no one has yet to reach?"
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It's the easy part of the reply, and he responds to that first, eyes blinking open again when Iramaat had finished her work. He thought he had a reasonable enough mental map of her painting in order to roughly copy it. Sure, he could conjure up a mirror and double-check, but he didn't care to be so precise. A general similarity would be close enough, and he reaches out to take the paint from her.
That pause had been hard to miss though, and he hums thoughtfully to himself at it. His own Bonded had gone without for a long time, and had suffered greatly for it. It's a thought that softens him slightly, though it doesn't keep him from continuing to inquire, never minding that it might be a personal sort of question. "No luck in finding anyone worth tolerating? In possession of particular standards no one has yet to reach?"