[Such a radiant presence, he thinks, filling the room with so sunny a presence. Treun had been something of an embarrassment for both of them, but he's glad now they got the chance to meet again and level with each other. He wears those gifts as proof of that bond, even if a great deal of its foundations were rocky beneath a smoother surface.
Gilgamesh gestures to the bedside table and offers her a glass of wine alongside his own, seating himself comfortably on the mattress and shooing the small box in a space hidden behind his cloak. Or maybe not so hidden, as he's teasing and she probably caught a glimpse, anyway. Quite a few of Gilgamesh's secrets were simply obvious truths, waiting for a clever mind to expose them.]
Drinking, if that's allowed. [His grin suggests, at least, he won't be all stiff formalities tonight.] Sit with me and tell me of your day. Were you treated well?
[...he's also just terrible with secrets, period. If the servant gossip didn't give him away, that sure did.]
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Gilgamesh gestures to the bedside table and offers her a glass of wine alongside his own, seating himself comfortably on the mattress and shooing the small box in a space hidden behind his cloak. Or maybe not so hidden, as he's teasing and she probably caught a glimpse, anyway. Quite a few of Gilgamesh's secrets were simply obvious truths, waiting for a clever mind to expose them.]
Drinking, if that's allowed. [His grin suggests, at least, he won't be all stiff formalities tonight.] Sit with me and tell me of your day. Were you treated well?
[...he's also just terrible with secrets, period. If the servant gossip didn't give him away, that sure did.]