He reaches forward with a wide smile upon his face, hand finding Byleth's as if it belonged there - a motion so familiar to him that he forgets the present circumstances. No, the draw of showing off his work to Byleth was too great. As they walk, he talks.
"In the Simulation I was able to play whenever I wished, but prior to that it had been... many years since I was afforded the opportunity to play for the joy of it," a hint of longing creeps into his voice at the memory. Oh, he had played when he could, but it was of a different sort. There were times when his fingers flew over the keys in a melody lost to his memories that only his body knew. What he had now was something he treasured.
But he smiles, throwing a warm and appreciative look over his shoulder. "You have my thanks. Should I need your hands for another project, I will come to you with my requests. My piano, however, has been completed. And protected with all of the strength and magical might I was able to manage."
That entire time he was talking before Elidibus had been guiding Byleth towards the table containing the pies and other baked goods brought from the bakery. Now they stand before it. Releasing Byleth's hand, Elidibus makes a sweeping gesture at the table before stepping up next to it. The selection of pies he indicates are intricate in their design.
He knows them to be delicious.
"These, I made entirely myself," he is clearly proud of himself. And says so. "I am utterly proud of their result."
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He reaches forward with a wide smile upon his face, hand finding Byleth's as if it belonged there - a motion so familiar to him that he forgets the present circumstances. No, the draw of showing off his work to Byleth was too great. As they walk, he talks.
"In the Simulation I was able to play whenever I wished, but prior to that it had been... many years since I was afforded the opportunity to play for the joy of it," a hint of longing creeps into his voice at the memory. Oh, he had played when he could, but it was of a different sort. There were times when his fingers flew over the keys in a melody lost to his memories that only his body knew. What he had now was something he treasured.
But he smiles, throwing a warm and appreciative look over his shoulder. "You have my thanks. Should I need your hands for another project, I will come to you with my requests. My piano, however, has been completed. And protected with all of the strength and magical might I was able to manage."
That entire time he was talking before Elidibus had been guiding Byleth towards the table containing the pies and other baked goods brought from the bakery. Now they stand before it. Releasing Byleth's hand, Elidibus makes a sweeping gesture at the table before stepping up next to it. The selection of pies he indicates are intricate in their design.
He knows them to be delicious.
"These, I made entirely myself," he is clearly proud of himself. And says so. "I am utterly proud of their result."