[...Really, though. Coming from anyone else, with any other sort of delivery, it's a positively ridiculous sort of compliment. In the bluntness, and the strange framing with a coffin. And yet...hard to come by such plain sincerity these days. It's rather endearing. --There's a surprising thought, idly as it forms.
Luocha does laugh this time. It's a brief thing, but actually genuine for once, distinctly as it contrasts to the odd polite chuckle here and there on past occasions.]
My, you should be a little more careful about telling people such flattering things, sir. You're going to make me blush, and that would be quite embarrassing... [He's not blushing even a little bit, it should be said. He might look away, but it's more sidelong to the coffin again anyhow, and as his mirth settles his tone is placid once more.] ...Still, you're not wrong. It is very beautiful, isn't it?
[There's a certain almost imperceptible reverence, in his slow release of the coffin's side handle, before he steps away from it once more.]
...If it truly doesn't bother you, then very well. Your discretion where it's concerned would be appreciated.
[Most people also do not speak of coffins as sentient things in their own right. So Caelus has noticed...something, at the least--another fascinating mental note to take down. To what extent? Another question ill-fit for this occasion, but it's surely filed away too. Caelus emphasizes his apparent ease with the current room and All its inhabitants by finally sitting down and getting himself very comfortable in that chair (which has definitely gone untouched for the entirety of Luocha's stay until just now); Luocha drifts over to stand in front of him in turn, now, and reaches for his own left wrist, slowly tugging free the chain of his gold charm where it's customarily wrapped about his palm under his sleeve.
Without further pretense, he kneels down gracefully next to the leg that's been ailing Caelus, left hand extending over his thigh but not quite touching it. The charm flickers where it hangs; for Caelus, there is perhaps a very faint sensation of an invisible warm flame being held close; the scent of white flowers, which had seemed to indeed source most strongly from the coffin earlier, take on a freshly renewed note in the air between them. Luocha hums thoughtfully.]
...Several muscles pulled after all, yes. Nothing major, at the least. Though, hm... [His hand drifts up further, still not touching, though it curves over the empty air at Caelus's side.] While it might be your most painful ailment, this isn't your only one, is it? Perhaps not wounds, and perhaps still nothing particularly severe, yet still...conducting yourself a bit recklessly of late, are you?
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Luocha does laugh this time. It's a brief thing, but actually genuine for once, distinctly as it contrasts to the odd polite chuckle here and there on past occasions.]
My, you should be a little more careful about telling people such flattering things, sir. You're going to make me blush, and that would be quite embarrassing... [He's not blushing even a little bit, it should be said. He might look away, but it's more sidelong to the coffin again anyhow, and as his mirth settles his tone is placid once more.] ...Still, you're not wrong. It is very beautiful, isn't it?
[There's a certain almost imperceptible reverence, in his slow release of the coffin's side handle, before he steps away from it once more.]
...If it truly doesn't bother you, then very well. Your discretion where it's concerned would be appreciated.
[Most people also do not speak of coffins as sentient things in their own right. So Caelus has noticed...something, at the least--another fascinating mental note to take down. To what extent? Another question ill-fit for this occasion, but it's surely filed away too. Caelus emphasizes his apparent ease with the current room and All its inhabitants by finally sitting down and getting himself very comfortable in that chair (which has definitely gone untouched for the entirety of Luocha's stay until just now); Luocha drifts over to stand in front of him in turn, now, and reaches for his own left wrist, slowly tugging free the chain of his gold charm where it's customarily wrapped about his palm under his sleeve.
Without further pretense, he kneels down gracefully next to the leg that's been ailing Caelus, left hand extending over his thigh but not quite touching it. The charm flickers where it hangs; for Caelus, there is perhaps a very faint sensation of an invisible warm flame being held close; the scent of white flowers, which had seemed to indeed source most strongly from the coffin earlier, take on a freshly renewed note in the air between them. Luocha hums thoughtfully.]
...Several muscles pulled after all, yes. Nothing major, at the least. Though, hm... [His hand drifts up further, still not touching, though it curves over the empty air at Caelus's side.] While it might be your most painful ailment, this isn't your only one, is it? Perhaps not wounds, and perhaps still nothing particularly severe, yet still...conducting yourself a bit recklessly of late, are you?