[ it becomes very obvious immediately that taair's not exactly used to that kind of touch - he does stiffen a little, but it lasts for barely a second, mostly out of surprise over anything else.

when he looks at yves again, tilting his head up to do so, it's with a smile - the warmth from before returns. touched, by the kindness of others. by the care of others. it's like feeling the sun on his face, the grass under his boots. like convallaria cakes and a raucous tavern. ]

Thank you, my dear friend. [ he lifts his hand to reach up and cover his on his arm briefly, and give it a little squeeze in return. ] Truly. There's no need to feel any sorrow for me, either - I am already beyond blessed, that I've been able to meet all of you, and hear your wonderful stories.

Whatever comes next, or whatever happened before - living in this moment has brought me a great amount of joy. To say this place is kind does not even begin to cover it.