[ For a moment, Athessa is too surprised to answer, having assumed that Tom was the carpenter, not the elf. Some of that tension, the buzzing of her nerves, lessens with an exhale and she remembers herself enough to smile. ]
I do, yeah, [ The paper is handed over, and she tells him of the placement, the quick version of her reason behind it. It's a little rambling, so she shuts up and just lets Tom (what kind of an elf is called Tom) look at the design as she folds her hands behind her back. ]
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I do, yeah, [ The paper is handed over, and she tells him of the placement, the quick version of her reason behind it. It's a little rambling, so she shuts up and just lets Tom (what kind of an elf is called Tom) look at the design as she folds her hands behind her back. ]