[The merchant, a gainly older lady, stands with her hands folded and a quiet smile, allowing Benedikta the peace that she has been seeking while shopping, though she seems happy that anyone has visited her stall at all, tucked away little thing that it is. Everything in the shop has been handmade, she finally tells them both, explaining briefly that it was her and her daughter that work together because of their shared love for birds.
Something stirs in Benedikta's chest, and the Eikon falls silent and still.]
Like what?
[The question is turned back on Cid, her eyes flitting to him briefly before she's looking over the wooden birdhouses that line one corner of the table, expression softening just so.]
Though, I suppose I could use some things to decorate those bland apartments.
[She sets down the now-empty wine cup so that she can touch one, fingers grazing over the top of it lightly.]
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Something stirs in Benedikta's chest, and the Eikon falls silent and still.]
Like what?
[The question is turned back on Cid, her eyes flitting to him briefly before she's looking over the wooden birdhouses that line one corner of the table, expression softening just so.]
Though, I suppose I could use some things to decorate those bland apartments.
[She sets down the now-empty wine cup so that she can touch one, fingers grazing over the top of it lightly.]