[ Hmm. What a quick change of mood this one is capable of. The press of the other's cheek into the subtle brush of his fingers earns a hum under his breath, moreso like the way one looks at a needy cat than anything else. Sylvari really are touchy, aren't they.

Well, that's fine. As long as he doesn't attempt to get too overtly affectionate, then he may have to bully him for it.

He watches with only the barest flicker in his eyes as Trahearne pulls away, the odd stare into nothing having him wondering if he needs to snap him out of something or other- at least until his hand reaches and what foliage covering his torso promptly scatters and falls to the floor. Huh. That's new.

It doesn't distract him for long, however, because his gaze drags up to the gash drawn straight across the other's body. A nasty thing, that is, and it is indeed surprising he managed to live despite how grievously deep the wound looks. No wonder he deemed fit to mention it.

But Adelis, naturally, offers no reaction beyond a flicker of acknowledgement. He is not one for condolences or reassurances, and he doubts that's what Trahearne was fishing for anyway. He knows, and he'll make a note of it, as he's in no hurry to ruin it whilst causing unwanted pain.

Unwanted, emphasis.

Hair tucked behind his ear, he lets his gaze settle back on Trahearne's face, feigning contemplation for a moment. ]

Lessons on patience, wasn't it? [ It rolls off his tongue, as blue stares into amber. ] But it seems to me yours is severely lacking thus far.

[ His free hand drops to coil, tightly, around the back of Trahearne's neck, giving him a sharp pull forward to minimize the distance. ]

I don't believe you're quite qualified to teach.