Bisera gave Xarnith a very confused looked, as though for a moment he had completely forgotten what it was that he was working on before the warrior had shown up. The pack? The pack! Oh right! His cheeks colored a little and he looked around at the mess that he'd made of the floor and said, "I should probably clean up a bit more." He said the words but didn't sound all that committed to them. Instead he just sat right where he was, seemingly contented.
"I should... but give me a few more moments. I want to get used to... everything." It was a lot to take in after all. The two of them were taking steps toward one another, those that closed the gap significantly, and made him realize that they were more then just friends now... and more then only Xarnith having such feelings. It was both of them, here together, and all others had been pushed aside. It was an almost dizzying thing to think about really, that Xarnith was his and nobody else's.
Did that make him sound bad? He wasn't sure but for the moment he didn't want to worry about it.
