[He had half-expected her to chide him for a useless gift, or a womanly gift, or whatever choice of words she had for it. But much like many of the tough fronts she placed in front of herself, that's just one of her many walls that have long since fallen away. Just as with the time he had brought her leaves, and she had pinned them in her hair. The passing seasons, the new year that inspired his next gift, a show of all the time he had spent by her side. He smiles, a little relieved.]
I bet it'd look nice on your tail, until then. [An until then he won't put too much voice to either, not yet. Not when they still have a war to win.] How about we try it on?
[Assuming she obliges, he takes the ribbon from her and moves to her tail to fasten it, making a small bow so the rest of the cloth can flow down with her tail.]
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I bet it'd look nice on your tail, until then. [An until then he won't put too much voice to either, not yet. Not when they still have a war to win.] How about we try it on?
[Assuming she obliges, he takes the ribbon from her and moves to her tail to fasten it, making a small bow so the rest of the cloth can flow down with her tail.]