[The embrace does not surprise him by now, something he gladly returns. There is a brief pause as he tries to digest the exact wording of that. The concept of a home has always been difficult for him, but he does slowly catch onto what Themis is saying.
It earns a blush. Gods, he's always doing that!
He leans to press a kiss to Themis' cheek.]
Tis fulfilling to my heart to see you.
But I had meant to give you a gift.
[Reaching for the box, he offers it almost shyly; it's a bit odd to consider that he's being shy with Themis, but relationships are still so, so new to him.
Inside the box is a silken scarf, carefully made to be a gradient of colors. On each color is glimmering thread of familiar constellations, coordinated to match each seat of the Convocation.
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It earns a blush. Gods, he's always doing that!
He leans to press a kiss to Themis' cheek.]
Tis fulfilling to my heart to see you.
But I had meant to give you a gift.
[Reaching for the box, he offers it almost shyly; it's a bit odd to consider that he's being shy with Themis, but relationships are still so, so new to him.
Inside the box is a silken scarf, carefully made to be a gradient of colors. On each color is glimmering thread of familiar constellations, coordinated to match each seat of the Convocation.
And at the end of it all, a falling star.]