The Sixth House has a very hot climate and he hasn't come close to adjusting to anything with a mild to moderate chill in the air. He prefers most drinks colder whenever possible, and he's been pulling the robe given here tightly around him when walking around. They're not that different from his usual gray cloak, fitting well with his very distinct eye color.
This is the not the first or last time he will serve others, it simply isn't something he has a lot of skill with, and he likes to be good at everything he does so it's irritating. He glances up when she steps up, fixing his glasses which always seem to drop down his nose when he's looking anywhere but straight ahead. The first thing he thinks is she has a familiar look about her. Seventh House does have a particular look, but any stranger could also look like them, given the right coloring and poor health. Still, something strikes him at first, and she follows that up by mentioning the Eighth House and his eyebrows furrow.
The real key comes from when he sees that particular tube in her nose. There may be tubes people have created over time, but Palamedes knows every invention he ever came up with. They all have his stamp in one way or another, and he spent a long time obsessing over this one. It was one of his many ideas on ways to keep her alive, ways to make her life easier. If he touched that tube, it would end up going right back to him, or to the person he made it for. He stands frozen, going pale as his mind tries to catch up to what seems impossible.
Only one person should have that item and that person is dead. But so is he. Palamedes realizes he's mostly just been staring at her since the moment she walked up and through every word she spoke with an outright rude amount of scrutiny. "Eight for salvation no matter the cost," he says carefully. "And that very cost tends to be any kind of flavor or personality."
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This is the not the first or last time he will serve others, it simply isn't something he has a lot of skill with, and he likes to be good at everything he does so it's irritating. He glances up when she steps up, fixing his glasses which always seem to drop down his nose when he's looking anywhere but straight ahead. The first thing he thinks is she has a familiar look about her. Seventh House does have a particular look, but any stranger could also look like them, given the right coloring and poor health. Still, something strikes him at first, and she follows that up by mentioning the Eighth House and his eyebrows furrow.
The real key comes from when he sees that particular tube in her nose. There may be tubes people have created over time, but Palamedes knows every invention he ever came up with. They all have his stamp in one way or another, and he spent a long time obsessing over this one. It was one of his many ideas on ways to keep her alive, ways to make her life easier. If he touched that tube, it would end up going right back to him, or to the person he made it for. He stands frozen, going pale as his mind tries to catch up to what seems impossible.
Only one person should have that item and that person is dead. But so is he. Palamedes realizes he's mostly just been staring at her since the moment she walked up and through every word she spoke with an outright rude amount of scrutiny. "Eight for salvation no matter the cost," he says carefully. "And that very cost tends to be any kind of flavor or personality."