[and maybe it was her own quietness that convinced him to return the gesture. He could tell that there was a short argument in her head over whether or not to share her name, so... it seemed like the thing to do.
Reaching into his tunic, he pulls out a small notebook and a little wrapped stick of charcoal, scribbles down a word, and then turns it so she can see--] 'Coil'
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Reaching into his tunic, he pulls out a small notebook and a little wrapped stick of charcoal, scribbles down a word, and then turns it so she can see--] 'Coil'