[A glance at her at her suggestion, and at first he's going to refute it.
But then...
....Hm.
Slowly his hand rises to his chin, fingertips brushing against the coarse hairs of his beard as he takes on a more contemplative stance.]
Suppose that could work.
[Though less about the relic and more of why, and the way his eyes linger on her might hint at it even if he doesn't say as much before the turns back to the tunnels.]
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But then...
....Hm.
Slowly his hand rises to his chin, fingertips brushing against the coarse hairs of his beard as he takes on a more contemplative stance.]
Suppose that could work.
[Though less about the relic and more of why, and the way his eyes linger on her might hint at it even if he doesn't say as much before the turns back to the tunnels.]
Did you just focus on your aether? Shape?