[Cid is again pleased by her accepting his choice. It may not really mean anything in the end, but... He could at least do this much, right? And he's about to look for one himself when he realizes Benedikta is looking around. ...Is...she...really...?
So there's genuine surprise when she does pick out something...and the reason for her choice. Slowly he'll take the case, noticing how it even has a flap to open it and the insert for the shellphone. Fingering it for a moment, he thinks back of all the journals he wrote back then. Most of it about his own notes or ideas, but there were other things.
Sentimental things.
Things she's read.
Momentarily lost in those thoughts, he comes to quick enough and looks up at her with a soft smile, tapping the case a few beats.]
Thanks. I'll take care of it.
[And he means it. Not just for wanting to protecting the device, but because it's something she herself picked. Again, it could mean nothing at all—just a transaction given in return to his own choice. But once again thinking of her death, of the last thing they ever really "exchanged" were barbed words and hurt feelings...
Even he can feel a little something about it.
And as if to busy himself, he'll even work on fitting the phone in, sliding it in the setting with a satisfied snap.]
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So there's genuine surprise when she does pick out something...and the reason for her choice. Slowly he'll take the case, noticing how it even has a flap to open it and the insert for the shellphone. Fingering it for a moment, he thinks back of all the journals he wrote back then. Most of it about his own notes or ideas, but there were other things.
Sentimental things.
Things she's read.
Momentarily lost in those thoughts, he comes to quick enough and looks up at her with a soft smile, tapping the case a few beats.]
Thanks. I'll take care of it.
[And he means it. Not just for wanting to protecting the device, but because it's something she herself picked. Again, it could mean nothing at all—just a transaction given in return to his own choice. But once again thinking of her death, of the last thing they ever really "exchanged" were barbed words and hurt feelings...
Even he can feel a little something about it.
And as if to busy himself, he'll even work on fitting the phone in, sliding it in the setting with a satisfied snap.]
Perfect fit, too.