[All of the bags get set down. There's food in there, replaced medical supplies, but the fabric is for Sypha and Sypha alone. He's yet to destroy the robes, but at the moment, he doesn't need to. He's the only one home, and now there is no danger of his blood being a problem for anyone else in the house.
(In later years, Sypha will find it folded at the bottom of a trunk alongside other precious things. Some of his mother's favorite clothes. The first pair of shoes Sypha wore through from dancing too hard at one of the parties. Important ephemeral things with too much meaning.)
There is a blank look at the comment though, because he knows he's patter, but all the same. Timing. He sits in front of her set up all the same, because for this to be a supply drop, a covert one, there must be some acting on his part.]
I'll leave it to your good senses to evaluate what's fair.
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(In later years, Sypha will find it folded at the bottom of a trunk alongside other precious things. Some of his mother's favorite clothes. The first pair of shoes Sypha wore through from dancing too hard at one of the parties. Important ephemeral things with too much meaning.)
There is a blank look at the comment though, because he knows he's patter, but all the same. Timing. He sits in front of her set up all the same, because for this to be a supply drop, a covert one, there must be some acting on his part.]
I'll leave it to your good senses to evaluate what's fair.