[There’s a faintly curious look, like, is it really that funny? that slides to the purposeful glove stroking and whatnot, but he apparently doesn’t deem it enough to put into words. Maybe for now.

In exchange, though, the gaze lingers. Secrets in the Shimmer seem to have a way of being dug up, like graves themselves.

Surely there aren’t that many more graves, though?]

The middle of a tale might be the best time. Though we just saw the end of one.

[Maybe a light prod, maybe not. There’s just a long billowing sigh of smoke, colored by firelight itself like the Shimmer used to be from outside.]