bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
"Thanks..." Bethen murmured as she took the jar, which was heavier than it appeared. Not unmanageable, but she could feel the clouded liquid contents sloshing around inside of the thick glass. It made her wary, and certainly distracted enough that she wasn't checking anything of Constans' appearance, as she cradled it between her arms and lowered it to the top of another crate. She looked back at the other apprentice, who was, in turn, still looking at her kindly, as opposed to sneering at her whenever he and his companions passed by in the hallways. Or didn't even bother looking her way, at all. She didn't know how to deal with being suddenly visible, especially not in a positive light.
"No, I think that's all, on my part," Beth answered quietly, tucking back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. She felt painfully strange and small under his cool stare. "Let me just finish this," she waved at the objects on her makeshift desk, "and I'll take a look at those cannisters." Another smile came to her mouth, this one a little more easy than the last.
After a moment of hesitation, uncertain whether or not she needed to say anything further, the girl finally knelt by the assorted objects and began to study them. She brushed her fingers over the grime coated label. The layer of dust that had been stirred by the motions forced her to quickly draw up a sleeve to her face and muffle a sneeze. The sound was softened by the fabric, but not enough to completely stop it from reverberating further down the cavern. Or at least she thought that the noise in the ruddy tunnels were just the echoes of her reflex...weren't they? Beth tensed for a moment, glancing past the clutter of objects and into the dimmer end of the rocky passage, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.