Earnestly, Daraius Shevat says, "Well, I am grateful to have heard your tale. It always delights me to hear of harmony blossoming between two individuals, particularly when one is a Shevat."
You think to yourself: Even when he was telling me he was comfortable talking to me, but did not feel quite ready to share overly much with Elexia?
You think to yourself: All of those compliments early on...
You have emoted: Lief's sip from her tea cup is a long one, her color not fading for quite some time. Eventually, however, she lowers the drink back to her place before a simple tea table of beryl-hued cedar and smiles at Daraius. "I am truly honored to stand by Zitto's side."
A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.
Baring his teeth in a genteel smile as his tail thumps happily behind him, Daraius Shevat says to you, "Mm, very good. I will be quite happy to count you among our number."
Daraius sips contentedly at an immaculate porcelain tea cup, still rumbling with a pleasant growl.
You have emoted: Lief's gray eyes flit sidelong to Zitto, their surfaces clear and bright in their natural gray.