[Laura opens the blanket first, curious what the paper might hold--something soft, some kind of fabric, but what--and spends near to a minute silently inspecting it. The warmth of the wool is clear just from handling it, as is its softness, but what fascinates her is the way the colours cross over and over each other. She's seen plaideweave before, from a distance, but she has never owned any herself.
(She has never owned a blanket before, either, beyond what came with this room. If Kirkwall becomes as cold as Nevarra sometimes did, she suspects she will be all the more grateful for Matthias' gift.)
Because he put on the scarf, and she'd liked that, she drapes the blanket around her shoulders before she opens the smaller gift. It, too, receives consideration, Laura running her thumb carefully along the cat's back. It is smooth, and it shines, and the fact that its eyes are green is satisfying on a level she can't entirely explain to herself.]
I have never played that game.
[It is notable to realize he saw a cat in her--Derrica had, too, and so had some anonymous stranger. Laura will have to consider this in greater depth later. For now, she sets the cat on the little table beside her bed, so it can watch them both without getting lost in the shuffle, and she turns her attention back more fully to Matthias.
They have opened their gifts, and that means they should now taste Mhavos' pie. But the idea of saying thank you and moving on is dissatisfying, and Laura is not sure why. For a moment or two, she puzzles over it, staring at him intently, as though she's on the verge of speaking. It is because she does not think thank you accurately conveys what she feels at that moment. Because the desire to hear things stated has started to outweigh the desire not to feel uncertainty. Because it is Matthias, and he is kind, and she wants to hold his hand again.]
How do you feel about me?
[Those are the words Derrica used when she said Laura should ask. If it goes badly, she will at least know that she asked it correctly.]
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(She has never owned a blanket before, either, beyond what came with this room. If Kirkwall becomes as cold as Nevarra sometimes did, she suspects she will be all the more grateful for Matthias' gift.)
Because he put on the scarf, and she'd liked that, she drapes the blanket around her shoulders before she opens the smaller gift. It, too, receives consideration, Laura running her thumb carefully along the cat's back. It is smooth, and it shines, and the fact that its eyes are green is satisfying on a level she can't entirely explain to herself.]
I have never played that game.
[It is notable to realize he saw a cat in her--Derrica had, too, and so had some anonymous stranger. Laura will have to consider this in greater depth later. For now, she sets the cat on the little table beside her bed, so it can watch them both without getting lost in the shuffle, and she turns her attention back more fully to Matthias.
They have opened their gifts, and that means they should now taste Mhavos' pie. But the idea of saying thank you and moving on is dissatisfying, and Laura is not sure why. For a moment or two, she puzzles over it, staring at him intently, as though she's on the verge of speaking. It is because she does not think thank you accurately conveys what she feels at that moment. Because the desire to hear things stated has started to outweigh the desire not to feel uncertainty. Because it is Matthias, and he is kind, and she wants to hold his hand again.]
How do you feel about me?
[Those are the words Derrica used when she said Laura should ask. If it goes badly, she will at least know that she asked it correctly.]