[ Trahearne never had friends. Just leave it at that.

He sits still and patiently as Syrlya fiddles with his hair. His touch is nice, and comforting. He wonders if Adelis ever experienced this.

And it's...nice not having hair constantly in his view.

When he announces he is finished, Trahearne reaches up to pat the pin, then looks up at Syrlya. ]

I'll be sure to ask for his assistance when he drops by in the morning, then.

[ He stands, and at last a little lopsided smile crosses his face. ]

Thank you, Syrlya. The real reason I paid you a visit earlier was because I missed you, and I wanted to know if you wanted to run errands with me.

[ Mundane things, really. He just wants to spend time with his Beloved.

... ]

I should be able to handle myself now, however. You don't have to come if you have other things to do.