I — y-yes, but — that is, I did notice — well, it is not that Elezen cannot be bald, but rather, I have not known baldness to afflict any man who has not seen at least some seventy-odd summers, and even then, it is most uncommon, and mine own father, er...
[blushing in furious self-consciousness, as he feels more and more that he is digging his own grave with every word, francel tips his head to one side, studying solas's features as if for the first time. the man is neither old nor young, in a strange way; francel would be hard-pressed to give his age, and finds it near impossible to even guess it. older than thirty, more like than not, and not as aged as the archbishop — but then, francel's own father, a man of fifty and six, looks infinitely more youthful.
the longer francel thinks on it, the more he gives himself a headache.]
I-I mean to say... you look... fine.
[...the sad truth is that he meant it, but, having delivered that in the worst way possible, francel promptly shuts his mouth and looks as if he is praying for the library to conveniently burst into flame.]
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[blushing in furious self-consciousness, as he feels more and more that he is digging his own grave with every word, francel tips his head to one side, studying solas's features as if for the first time. the man is neither old nor young, in a strange way; francel would be hard-pressed to give his age, and finds it near impossible to even guess it. older than thirty, more like than not, and not as aged as the archbishop — but then, francel's own father, a man of fifty and six, looks infinitely more youthful.
the longer francel thinks on it, the more he gives himself a headache.]
I-I mean to say... you look... fine.
[...the sad truth is that he meant it, but, having delivered that in the worst way possible, francel promptly shuts his mouth and looks as if he is praying for the library to conveniently burst into flame.]