[ That last sentence comes across as pointed, and Trahearne feels some of his tension, and the forward, nervous energy in him dissipating. If Syrlya tells him there's nothing to worry about, then who is he to argue? ]
...All right. I won't.
[ He can't help himself--he reaches and clasps his hand over Syrlya's shoulder, and a smile slowly crosses his face. ]
Thank you. [ For knowing what to say. ] I hope you'll set aside some time to tell me some of your tales, however.
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...All right. I won't.
[ He can't help himself--he reaches and clasps his hand over Syrlya's shoulder, and a smile slowly crosses his face. ]
Thank you. [ For knowing what to say. ] I hope you'll set aside some time to tell me some of your tales, however.