[Zel slowly climbs to his feet, warily watching Tantabel, as though he expected some double-cross. by the time Emery's looking back toward him no such thing happens, so he can't really belabor the moment, can he?]
...Thank you.
[he won't refute looking a goddamn mess, so he'll just offer thanks and move to Emery's side, giving the case in front of him a side-eye.
no subject
...Thank you.
[he won't refute looking a goddamn mess, so he'll just offer thanks and move to Emery's side, giving the case in front of him a side-eye.
pocket dimension...in a case...?]