[ Somnus’ focus remains upon the laurel as he weaves it. He selects another bloom, delicately integrating its stem into the braid of the others. ] It is a thoughtful… [ He turns his head to look at her, lips parted as the rest of the sentence fades from his lips. This is the first he has seen her without those hair ornaments; that he hasn’t is a reminder that their presence must be quite significant to her. ] …keepsake.
[ No doubt those flowers in her hair are a similar treasure. Perhaps offering a laurel is inappropriate, and the lighter jest at the end functions as a cover for her discomfort, as good as a conversationalist she is.
Somnus’ head inclines. Best to err on the side of caution, as a courtesy to her. ] This needn’t replace the ornaments in your hair, if you do not wish.
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[ No doubt those flowers in her hair are a similar treasure. Perhaps offering a laurel is inappropriate, and the lighter jest at the end functions as a cover for her discomfort, as good as a conversationalist she is.
Somnus’ head inclines. Best to err on the side of caution, as a courtesy to her. ] This needn’t replace the ornaments in your hair, if you do not wish.