( the fire growing in the fireplace, warming the room up, is absolutely to blame for the color law turns when he glances over. i mean, he is standing pretty close to it still, after all. he's mostly minding his own business, rubbing the towel through parts of his hair that still seem damp (still looks coarse, and spiky, that's just how it is naturally), right up until that cloak comes up and over rinwell's head. then he's doing the same unsubtle side-eye he's always done, right up until she turns around. he's gotten pretty good about not getting caught, so rinwell might only notice if she's looking for it, but either way it doesn't really matter, because the open gawking he does a second later makes right up for it.
it's just. it's the heat that makes him flush visibly, not just in the face but down his neck, something much more noticeable without any clothing or armor in the way. just the chain he wears around his neck, the two rings on it resting at his chest, and that almost seems to accentuate rather than hide anything. )
Uhhhh...
( not that he's ever had an issue with it, but it's gotten harder and harder not to notice rinwell over the last couple of years. he may have gotten a little taller (hasn't hit that big growth spurt yet, though, what a late bloomer) and more muscular, but in his opinion, she's the one that's changed the most since their last big adventure. and with that white shirt, soaked through, sticking to her chest and... just about everywhere else, it's a solid couple of seconds before he wrenches his eyes away to glance at the fireplace, then to reach out for her cloak with his head turned partly away. )
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it's just. it's the heat that makes him flush visibly, not just in the face but down his neck, something much more noticeable without any clothing or armor in the way. just the chain he wears around his neck, the two rings on it resting at his chest, and that almost seems to accentuate rather than hide anything. )
Uhhhh...
( not that he's ever had an issue with it, but it's gotten harder and harder not to notice rinwell over the last couple of years. he may have gotten a little taller (hasn't hit that big growth spurt yet, though, what a late bloomer) and more muscular, but in his opinion, she's the one that's changed the most since their last big adventure. and with that white shirt, soaked through, sticking to her chest and... just about everywhere else, it's a solid couple of seconds before he wrenches his eyes away to glance at the fireplace, then to reach out for her cloak with his head turned partly away. )
Y—Yeah! Of course I did. Here, gimme, I got it.
( anything for a distraction. )