[ Trahearne doesn't respond. He knows that tone, and only stares at the Syrlya-shaped blur as he moves to the kitchen. Despite the inconvenience, the habit of putting glasses on is, well. Simply a habit he doesn't have.
Once he's gone, Trahearne takes a moment to think before he gets up from the couch and relocates in front of the fire. This is much better. He adjusts the blankets around him as he draws his knees up to his chest to try and keep all the incoming heat within his person. ]
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[ Trahearne doesn't respond. He knows that tone, and only stares at the Syrlya-shaped blur as he moves to the kitchen. Despite the inconvenience, the habit of putting glasses on is, well. Simply a habit he doesn't have.
Once he's gone, Trahearne takes a moment to think before he gets up from the couch and relocates in front of the fire. This is much better. He adjusts the blankets around him as he draws his knees up to his chest to try and keep all the incoming heat within his person. ]