[ yves listens—more than politely—he's truly enraptured in the story. some part of it takes him back to when his grandfather would tell him all sorts of tales, the things that he believed in his whole heart when he was just no more than two feet tall. he rests his head on his open palms, leaning forward and reacting appropriately to every story beat.

a deep frown at the mention of the cruelty the people faced. an understanding nod at the stand the miners took. a truly perfectly timed soft 'whoa' in the middle of taiir's dramatic effect.

and when the story concludes, he claps. he applauds properly, and matches taiir's smile with one of his own ]

You're really riveting, you know? I could listen to you all day.

[ a simple and true compliment from the heart ]

I get what you're trying to say... and it's true. Every act of resistance counts.