Fortunately for Kieaira, the crumb-flecked Hyur was too absorbed in his latest 'escapade' to have noticed her quickly looking elsewhere when he pulls himself back up onto the caravan, were it even possible or not in the first place.
       Tobias finishes up the last bit of his meal with a sigh of satisfaction. He reaches hands outside of the caravan and briskly dusts them off before he rummages through his largest bag. Soon he produces a leather waterskin and replaces it back into his bag after he takes a quick draught.Â
       As he checks himself over to make sure nothing had spilled onto him while he was eating, his attention is taken away from himself as he observes the exchange between the shy Miqo'te and his attractive employer. Tobias' lips curl upwards into a cheeky grin in response to the driver's glare, but his demeanor shifts from mischief to surprise as he first hears Kieaira's squeaked question before looking over at the offered sandwich.
       The handsome, angular visage of the Midlander leans towards the shy girl across from him, more so keeping his focus on her than the sandwich with a gentle expression playing about his features. If he could catch her evasive glance, to view back into the darkened eyes of the Hyur, she would be greeted with a gracious smile and a kind of radiance in his gaze that might otherwise seem contradictory due to the near black irises.
       Either way if she did or not, a hand goes over the presented sandwich as the other delicately cups over the slender, feminine hand that presents the offered item to him. His own long, elegant digits overlap the top of her hand, but makes quite certain not to curl his fingers around her hand so as to not startle her as much as he probably was going to be. Still, Tobias let his hand lay gingerly over hers, still hoping to catch Kiearia's averting eyes.
       Tobias finishes up the last bit of his meal with a sigh of satisfaction. He reaches hands outside of the caravan and briskly dusts them off before he rummages through his largest bag. Soon he produces a leather waterskin and replaces it back into his bag after he takes a quick draught.Â
       As he checks himself over to make sure nothing had spilled onto him while he was eating, his attention is taken away from himself as he observes the exchange between the shy Miqo'te and his attractive employer. Tobias' lips curl upwards into a cheeky grin in response to the driver's glare, but his demeanor shifts from mischief to surprise as he first hears Kieaira's squeaked question before looking over at the offered sandwich.
       The handsome, angular visage of the Midlander leans towards the shy girl across from him, more so keeping his focus on her than the sandwich with a gentle expression playing about his features. If he could catch her evasive glance, to view back into the darkened eyes of the Hyur, she would be greeted with a gracious smile and a kind of radiance in his gaze that might otherwise seem contradictory due to the near black irises.
       Either way if she did or not, a hand goes over the presented sandwich as the other delicately cups over the slender, feminine hand that presents the offered item to him. His own long, elegant digits overlap the top of her hand, but makes quite certain not to curl his fingers around her hand so as to not startle her as much as he probably was going to be. Still, Tobias let his hand lay gingerly over hers, still hoping to catch Kiearia's averting eyes.
