[ Ori takes the bag, shooting Trahearne an incredulous look as she goes about opening it very, very carefully, like she's rarely ever received birthday presents before.
(Likely because she hasn't.)
And once she sees what's within - that adorable cake, and that adorable cup - her fingers curl into the bag and she looks down, taking a deep breath before biting down at her lip. This is... so incredibly thoughtful of him, and it reminds her so much of the small things Valphi used to get her when they were growing up. Birthdays growing up amongst mercenaries were almost never wholesome, and almost always filled with much rowdy revelry that Ori herself barely took part in, but Val always made sure she at least had a small sweet or pastry for it.
"Happy birthday, sister," she would say quietly, slipping her a small batch of cookies while the rest of the Fangs were drunk and often brawling just a few paces away.
When she looks back up at Trahearne, her eyes are brimming with tears. ]
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(Likely because she hasn't.)
And once she sees what's within - that adorable cake, and that adorable cup - her fingers curl into the bag and she looks down, taking a deep breath before biting down at her lip. This is... so incredibly thoughtful of him, and it reminds her so much of the small things Valphi used to get her when they were growing up. Birthdays growing up amongst mercenaries were almost never wholesome, and almost always filled with much rowdy revelry that Ori herself barely took part in, but Val always made sure she at least had a small sweet or pastry for it.
"Happy birthday, sister," she would say quietly, slipping her a small batch of cookies while the rest of the Fangs were drunk and often brawling just a few paces away.
When she looks back up at Trahearne, her eyes are brimming with tears. ]
Thank you, Trahearne...