#kintsugiscars

Emet-Selch had noticed a certain quality, and he knew full well that he was not the only one. The term 'Warrior of Light' was never meant to be quite so literal. Y'shtola, he was certain, knew it too. Her aetheric sight was rudimentary, but it was more than enough to see those around her, enough to react to Lex as if he was one of the sin eaters he'd slain.

Aside from that, he had noticed from far closer observation, often unseen, that Lex rarely, if ever, voiced an opinion. His life at stake, and he had nothing to say on the matter? It wasn't a matter of simply being a quiet person. The Scions spoke about him as if his cooperation was a fact of life. It itched at him, a contradictory reality that he, an enemy who saw them as inherently lesser, seemed to be the only one who cared about what their greatest warrior thought.

He didn't show it. His disdain for them was expected. It seemed no different, and the Scions tried—and failed—to ignore and hide their discomfort when he lingered around them, ambling his way about when it suited him. Often, he vanished from view, but it was rare he truly turned his gaze away, and when a quiet moment came where Lex was alone in the forest, Emet-Selch made himself known, walking with his exaggerated swagger and allowing the crunch of leaves beneath him serve to announce his presence.

Still he gave a gentle smile and softly waved off the Viera's comment. "Thank you, but I am alright." He cocked his head at a slight angle. "If you wish to talk with me, you need not be so roundabout. I promise I am here to listen to whatever may ail you."

Grim gave the Miqo'te a look that all but said 'uh huh, sure buddy.' His face quickly cleared though, taking on a similarly serene look, a small smile distracting from how his eyes twitched to and fro, the way his ears tried to flatten to his head. While Lex was clearly the most interesting person at this party, he was getting... staticky from the noise.

;o;

Also gives his brother a hug!!

Very loud. :( his poor kitty ears hurt.

It's automatically that Maru's hand rises to wind into his brother's hair, petting through it and scritching lightly against his scalp.

Once, he'd had a fear of the deep waters of the sea, when they were so far from dry land that it couldn't be seen no matter the direction looked in but now he actually liked the feel of the ship as it rocked with the waves.

The wind in his hair, the salty sea air... If things were different, he could see himself making a living of sailing and seeing the world.

"Shitshitshitshit--" Grim scrambled, but a well-timed Rescue immediately pulled Lex into Grim's arms instead of Certain Doom.

Inside has two small hairclips, one in silver with purple filigree and another in gold with red filigree. Their respective eye colors shone despite the low candlelight of the inn room.

"For good luck."

Maru's head tilted to the side on taking the box and ruby eyes, one seeing, one not, settled on his brother for a long moment.

He'd not even told Lex that it was his nameday yesterday and somehow he'd still been able to get him something, even if he'd done so with something else in mind.

Finally lifting the lid from it, his gaze settled on the beautiful little accessories and lingered there for a moment as he took them in. Their eye colours shone back at him and broughtt a smile to his lips.

"They're beautiful Lex," he purred, reaching to take the silver one gently in his worn hand. They would keep his bangs from falling into his remaining good eye if he chose to keep growing the unruly mess of hair.