[ Gingerly, Trahearne takes the bookmark in his hands. It feels warm, a stark contrast to the cold winter air that has surrounded him these past few weeks. It's almost...welcome.
He studies it, its glow, before lifting his eyes to look at Susato. Though he seems no less tired, he seems just a touch less tense. There comes a little huff of an exhale, which may have been a chuckle if he were in a better mood. ]
This is thoughtful of you. [ It's no secret he surrounds himself with books; he'd have hidden away in the Tree of Stories if he hadn't given himself a job...concerning more books.
He places it back in the box. He'll have to find a suitable book to use it with. ]
no subject
He studies it, its glow, before lifting his eyes to look at Susato. Though he seems no less tired, he seems just a touch less tense. There comes a little huff of an exhale, which may have been a chuckle if he were in a better mood. ]
This is thoughtful of you. [ It's no secret he surrounds himself with books; he'd have hidden away in the Tree of Stories if he hadn't given himself a job...concerning more books.
He places it back in the box. He'll have to find a suitable book to use it with. ]
I do not have anything for you.