[Zel does look for that cue, though he does feel a bit of indignation. what, like he should be embarrassed about being wary? no way! he's doing his best, dammit!
that said, he ducks his head a bit after taking the tea, hoping his hair can obscure much of his face when he pulls his mask down to have a small sip, after which the mask goes back up and his hand moves to push the silver toward the Hob, nodding.
done is done. he hopes they won't have to talk with the Hob every night of the trip...]
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that said, he ducks his head a bit after taking the tea, hoping his hair can obscure much of his face when he pulls his mask down to have a small sip, after which the mask goes back up and his hand moves to push the silver toward the Hob, nodding.
done is done. he hopes they won't have to talk with the Hob every night of the trip...]