[It's very close to the exact words--the exact reassurance--that Myr wanted to hear, and delivered in such a soothing tone. It would be parlous easy to slip beneath the current of the words, except--except--the very cult they're discussing has had him lately honing skills in ignoring the tone of such patter to examine its content.
He wants, very much, to believe (doesn't even realize what's pulling at him, eroding a Faun's native resistance), but Jin Guangyao hasn't answered his question. Myr sways so very slightly toward the Naga--then shakes himself as if from sleep.]
Certainly, messere--it is a risk the more of us know it-- [He fumbles for a moment, trying to think of why it would be so; can't, so shifts to another line of approach.] --But we also risk crossing our plans if we don't know what everyone might be trying. I assume--your countrymen--if they're taken might see into the Circle's inner workings, but if someone else is hurt defending them who could have stood down, or, or-- If we can convince the Circle to study the Cwyld without abducting volunteers, then your plan won't work--
[If he were thinking quite straight, he'd realize how much of a long shot that is, but it has been a fond little hope that this could be straightened out without making a martyr out of Alder and his followers. He thinks about that for a long moment before his attention's distracted by the suggestion of the gift.]
...Oh, the gift! Of course--and thank you for bringing it... [He turns it around in his hands to find an edge to fasten on and open with meticulous care. Not for him to tear into a present like a seven-year-old on his nameday!] --Ah, is this...I think I recognize the seal...
[It's a merchant he's dealt with before for selling his own honey, he thinks.]
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He wants, very much, to believe (doesn't even realize what's pulling at him, eroding a Faun's native resistance), but Jin Guangyao hasn't answered his question. Myr sways so very slightly toward the Naga--then shakes himself as if from sleep.]
Certainly, messere--it is a risk the more of us know it-- [He fumbles for a moment, trying to think of why it would be so; can't, so shifts to another line of approach.] --But we also risk crossing our plans if we don't know what everyone might be trying. I assume--your countrymen--if they're taken might see into the Circle's inner workings, but if someone else is hurt defending them who could have stood down, or, or-- If we can convince the Circle to study the Cwyld without abducting volunteers, then your plan won't work--
[If he were thinking quite straight, he'd realize how much of a long shot that is, but it has been a fond little hope that this could be straightened out without making a martyr out of Alder and his followers. He thinks about that for a long moment before his attention's distracted by the suggestion of the gift.]
...Oh, the gift! Of course--and thank you for bringing it... [He turns it around in his hands to find an edge to fasten on and open with meticulous care. Not for him to tear into a present like a seven-year-old on his nameday!] --Ah, is this...I think I recognize the seal...
[It's a merchant he's dealt with before for selling his own honey, he thinks.]