garmr: (golden age 3)
Guts ([personal profile] garmr) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2023-03-09 05:45 am (UTC)

Guts doesn't laugh, for what it was worth. He's a lot quieter that morning, maybe simply trying to avoid dragging out the interaction any further than it needs to be.

So, he simply responds by taking the knife in his hand and examining the gift. He was afraid the gesture would make him feel regret for leaving, hence wanting to avoid it. Well. It was too late for that now. Looking at it, he can't fight back the warmth in his chest he had no particular words for. Affection wasn't a sentiment freely given or explained to him.

In truth, he probably wouldn't have picked it up if he'd seen the crudely made blade on a market. It was easy enough to get something a little better crafted. But Vena going out of her way to make it for him gave it a weight of a different sort, somehow. He was crude himself, mismatched armor and all, so perhaps it was fitting in some other way.

He tilts the knife, watching the beams of light catch the edge of the semi-polished metal. His hand fit around the handle well enough for now, lightly touching the cutting edge with his thumb. Based on its size, it would be best paring or peeling. Would probably be good for eating, too.

"You picked a nice rock for it," he says, sheathing the gift and pocketing it in one of the traveling pouches strapped to his belt.

"Thank you."

He says this staring at the trees to avoid looking at Vena's sniffly face, though he catches Lashan out of the corner of his eye.

"For everything.

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