[ He carefully unwraps the gift. It's comfortably warm after having been in her hands. When he gets his first glimpse of what's inside, he pauses. Stares. And then very gently lifts it out so he can behold it in the workshop lights. ]
...It's lovely, [ he says quietly. There's a softer touch to his gaze now as he admires the glass flower. ] Did you make this yourself?
[ Perhaps unintentionally, Karlach has hit upon the kind of gift that Emet-Selch appreciates above most others: original and/or hand-crafted creations. ]
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...It's lovely, [ he says quietly. There's a softer touch to his gaze now as he admires the glass flower. ] Did you make this yourself?
[ Perhaps unintentionally, Karlach has hit upon the kind of gift that Emet-Selch appreciates above most others: original and/or hand-crafted creations. ]