[There's a warm little chuckle in response. And then... well, the quiet is not the most unpleasant sensation, even as the servant arrives. He's quick and professional in his actions, and Morax finds himself curious as to the nature of such a life, what it must be like...
Though really, he tries not to put any expectation on servitude. His own had been unpleasant, and it's clear that the same is not shown here, as it wasn't with Melqal himself. The sound of jewelry pulls him out of his absent observations, bewildered by the idea of wearing so many clothes (are... were those two pairs of pants???) But recalling something about the importance of regalia being striking or... something.
He has to wonder if Dohalim feels the same, in some way. The man must find it a bit heavy, given his circumstances... a weight he never asked for, and one that he's so determined to carry alone... it would be a lie to say that, despite the fact that they've only just truly met, the astral creature shares no concern or care for him. It's partly informed by Melqal's own feelings, but nonetheless.
When the servant leaves, Morax turns his attention fully to him again.]
Mm? Of course you may. What is it?
[It's such an abruptly awkward feeling question that he isn't really sure that Dohalim hasn't retaken the fore. Either way, the man rises to his feet to close the distance between them again, his tail grazing the ground as he does.]
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[There's a warm little chuckle in response. And then... well, the quiet is not the most unpleasant sensation, even as the servant arrives. He's quick and professional in his actions, and Morax finds himself curious as to the nature of such a life, what it must be like...
Though really, he tries not to put any expectation on servitude. His own had been unpleasant, and it's clear that the same is not shown here, as it wasn't with Melqal himself. The sound of jewelry pulls him out of his absent observations, bewildered by the idea of wearing so many clothes (are... were those two pairs of pants???) But recalling something about the importance of regalia being striking or... something.
He has to wonder if Dohalim feels the same, in some way. The man must find it a bit heavy, given his circumstances... a weight he never asked for, and one that he's so determined to carry alone... it would be a lie to say that, despite the fact that they've only just truly met, the astral creature shares no concern or care for him. It's partly informed by Melqal's own feelings, but nonetheless.
When the servant leaves, Morax turns his attention fully to him again.]
Mm? Of course you may. What is it?
[It's such an abruptly awkward feeling question that he isn't really sure that Dohalim hasn't retaken the fore. Either way, the man rises to his feet to close the distance between them again, his tail grazing the ground as he does.]