[X’rhun’s acquiescence is enough to make him dip his head down, just slightly, so that he can reach to loop the scarf around his neck. He can feel the subtle sensation as the fabric brushes against his skin, shimmering in the light like ocean waves reflecting a night sky, and he watches him all the while.

What a fitting gesture, he thinks. Close like this, like they have been — inseparable since his arrival in this world, and were it not for the forces of the universe splitting them apart, perhaps even before that, too.

Ardyn swallows against the compliment, searching for his usual degree of flippancy, to take it in stride. His success is minimal at best.]

All the better if you are the one to dress me, or so you would say.

[Their look holds there, though he tilts his head with a smile to match.]

Thank you, X’rhun. You really are such a sentimental sort. I dare say it might be starting to rub off.