When he snaps himself out of it, Darin relaxes his grip on the tape and color starts returning to his face. More specifically, the color that's returning is of the scarlet variety. Valeria merely offers a bemused smile as she holds out an arm.
"Let's start with the gauntlets and pauldrons, shall we?"
Nodding stupidly, young Darin stumbles-more-than-walks over and starts to measure her arm, recording his measurements on a small notepad. He keeps glancing at her face, trying to keep his wits about him, obviously trying to come up with some form of small talk to ease the awkward tension that only seems to affect him.
Finally, after much thought, as he measures her across her shoulders, he manages his first attempt at small talk.
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When he snaps himself out of it, Darin relaxes his grip on the tape and color starts returning to his face. More specifically, the color that's returning is of the scarlet variety. Valeria merely offers a bemused smile as she holds out an arm.
"Let's start with the gauntlets and pauldrons, shall we?"
Nodding stupidly, young Darin stumbles-more-than-walks over and starts to measure her arm, recording his measurements on a small notepad. He keeps glancing at her face, trying to keep his wits about him, obviously trying to come up with some form of small talk to ease the awkward tension that only seems to affect him.
Finally, after much thought, as he measures her across her shoulders, he manages his first attempt at small talk.
"You..ah...you fight good."
Nailed it.