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Why. those are among my favorite colors. [He teases lightly as he goes seeking out anything that would suit the event.]

Are they? What a coincidence. Ah-ha, something like this would suffice.

[ He holds up a tunic in black with swirling, silver embroidery. ]

Perhaps a bit loose, depending upon what you're doing, but it should do if there's nothing better.

That's beautiful. [He comments, easily distracted by the garmet. He moves closer to take a better look and realizes that it will compliment his new arm as well.]

Hm. [He muses as he moves the new metallic arm against the fabric to compare.]

You know, I've just realized I don't have to hide this as much as I have been before. There are ways to accent it instead, make the injury something to behold...

[He's done that before to put others at ease, by doing things like painting designs on the wood of old prosthetics, but now it feels a bit like reclaiming it. Making it something for himself.

He looks up at Dorian and for a moment seems a little sheepish. As if that was a moment Dorian didn't need to see.]

Thank you, my friend.

[ Dorian is grateful for the moment it's clear wasn't meant for him. So often, the Lavellans shoulder entirely too much, and it's difficult to know what they're truly feeling. As easy as it is to see the emotions they wear, things like insecurity or uncertainty are held a bit closer to the chest. It's those moments that they seem more like people and less like the Herald. ]

You've never needed to. How many could say they've walked away from an injury that would have killed any other? It kept you here.

[ Of course he knows that 'here' is an entirely relative term, and that when Cyril goes back, it won't be him there to see the elf through. Not truly. It still makes him feel a certain way, being friends. Having as many as he's made here, though he can't help but hold those from Thedas just a bit closer. ]

You are most welcome. It's what I'm here for, is it not?

You're here to bring beauty to my life? [Cyril replies, teasing lightly with a grin and raised eyebrow.

He looks Dorian up and down, obviously checking him out but being careful not to draw too much attention to them both at the same time. He isn't sure either of them are ready for public displays of affection beyond the kind that happens between simple friends.]

I'll say you do a wonderful job at that.

Naturally so. It is my given nature.

[ Proof of the Maker's existence, right here. Dorian basks, knowing that he's being appreciated and the attention isn't so obvious that anyone else has noticed. It's a stolen moment and they can continue on with their day. ]

I do try.

It shows. I certainly don't know how long it would have taken me to find this without you here. Or what if someone else had snatched it up? Perish the thought.

Know that we couldn't have possibly rested until something worthy was found. Even if it took the rest of the day. Count ourselves lucky that now we can simply enjoy our time.

[He takes a step closer, though still giving Dorian personal space.]

And what would you like to do with this free time?

[ Dorian cants his head to the side, his smile playful as Cyril steps closer, though not close enough to draw suspicion. ]

In a rather fortunate turn of circumstances, I find myself without any plans thus far.

Well, I could take you back to my room to see exactly how this new tunic will fit?

[Or how it looks in his closet while they both remove clothing. He's not too picky.]

Perhaps after a bit more exploration? We could still look for something for you too.

[He adds the second option to give Dorian an out, to not pressure more than offer.]

And where, pray tell, would you like to explore?

[ The first option is always delightful and Dorian can't see it ever being boring.. though exploring the planet with Cyril sounds fun in a different manner. They've had very little time in which to do it, so it sounds rather nice. ]

A restaurant perhaps? A bit of lunch can never hurt.

A bit of lunch does sound rather good. I think I spotted a decent place to eat not far from here.

Let me pay the vendor for the tunic then and let's see how decent it is.

They seem to have a good handle on their spices, so I'm willing to trust.

[ He moves to the entrance to wait for Cyril, taking in the surrounding area. ]

Oh good, no more bland space food. That's always welcome.

Maker, I should hope not.

[ It's easy to fall into stride next to Cyril as they leave for the restaurant. Hopefully there will be some place nice to sit outside so they can enjoy the sun. ]

[It's a nice little cafe type situation and there is seating outside which Cyril loves because it means he can still people watch while also giving Dorian attention.

Once they have a table and are looking over options, he chuckles a little.]

The last time I took someone to a meal, it was Cole. That may be a hint that I need to get out more.

[ Why sit inside on such a beautiful day? People watching is also one of the perks, particularly the ones who are more animated about their teams of choice. The menu offers quite a few options, certainly more than he's used to, and frankly, everything sounds decent. Dorian raises an eyebrow at Cyril. ]

Then I'm glad to give you more lively company. I can only imagine that it was an interesting meal.

It was...

Rather normal, actually. It was shortly after he made the choice to become more human. He was learning.

[A pause, as he considers that.] You know, he has a lady friend now? It's all rather... interesting. The amount he's grown into his own.

Cole has become more human and has a lady friend? My, I never would have guessed.

I know!

[A pause.] Leilani says she encouraged him to remain spirit, so I wonder what his evolution is like for her...

I honestly can't say. I'm uncertain one way or the other how my own Inquisitor will handle the situation.

Mm. It's a shame I can't peek into your Thedas and find out. I find I really enjoy discovering the different ways others fulfill the role.

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