Amberdrake smiled, and went to prepare tea at one of the counters along the side of the room. "Of course, that's what they're there for."
Even with the glowing, Drake didn't seem at all perplexed by Trahearne's appearance. Had he ever dealt with someone who appeared to be made of plant material? Nope. Did that bother him? Nope. At least this was new territory... and not inherently dangerous! How novel, these days.
He had plenty of curiosity about Trahearne's physical makeup, but that could wait. The stranger had come to him for a reason, after all, and he doubted it was to add to Amberdrake's extensive knowledge of nonhuman anatomy spanning five different worlds.
Drake finished with the tea -- he'd had water already heated, of course -- and brought a tray over with the pot and a pair of clay mugs. Perfect for wrapping one's hands around to absorb the warmth without getting burned. He sank down gracefully onto the cushions beside Trahearne's chosen spot, rather than directly across from him, and set the tray down. Then, of course, he poured for them both and took his mug in his hands accordingly.
Ideally, all of this would give Trahearne some time to adjust to the setting a little, maybe calm his nerves... maybe not. As for Drake's seating choice, he didn't want the anxiety-filled new client to have to look directly at him if he didn't want to! It was all very thought-out.
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Even with the glowing, Drake didn't seem at all perplexed by Trahearne's appearance. Had he ever dealt with someone who appeared to be made of plant material? Nope. Did that bother him? Nope. At least this was new territory... and not inherently dangerous! How novel, these days.
He had plenty of curiosity about Trahearne's physical makeup, but that could wait. The stranger had come to him for a reason, after all, and he doubted it was to add to Amberdrake's extensive knowledge of nonhuman anatomy spanning five different worlds.
Drake finished with the tea -- he'd had water already heated, of course -- and brought a tray over with the pot and a pair of clay mugs. Perfect for wrapping one's hands around to absorb the warmth without getting burned. He sank down gracefully onto the cushions beside Trahearne's chosen spot, rather than directly across from him, and set the tray down. Then, of course, he poured for them both and took his mug in his hands accordingly.
Ideally, all of this would give Trahearne some time to adjust to the setting a little, maybe calm his nerves... maybe not. As for Drake's seating choice, he didn't want the anxiety-filled new client to have to look directly at him if he didn't want to! It was all very thought-out.