[He takes his hands back once he's finished his inspection, picking up the comb and simply holding it before him as he listens to Nehan's response.
As he weighs Nehan's response, and his expression darkens like the approach of a thundercloud.]
I see. [He needn't voice his conclusion aloud; he knows very well the evil the erune's describing. There is a wealth of suppressed anger in those two words.
He takes up the comb, takes a handful of Nehan's hair, and begins working on it with the same delicate care he showed the other man's ears. And, blessedly, for the moment, he's silent.]
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As he weighs Nehan's response, and his expression darkens like the approach of a thundercloud.]
I see. [He needn't voice his conclusion aloud; he knows very well the evil the erune's describing. There is a wealth of suppressed anger in those two words.
He takes up the comb, takes a handful of Nehan's hair, and begins working on it with the same delicate care he showed the other man's ears. And, blessedly, for the moment, he's silent.]