Given that Laudna hadn't requested that he leave, Gilmore took that as an invitation to near her. He was absolutely the type of person who carried around a handkerchief, and he pulled it out with a flourish that came not for the sake of showmanship but because by now that effect came so naturally. The handkerchief in question was a pale pink, embroidered along the edges with gold thread in sweeps and whorls. When he wiped at Laudna's face, the cloth left behind the faintest bit of a cooling sensation. "I hear it has quite the personality," he said, smiling a bit. As for Gilmore, both the religious and the nature element was beyond him, but he could sense the deep, deep magic in the ley lines below the Sun Tree in its location in Whitestone.
"Whitestone is rebuilding, where I'm from," he said, after a minute. "It's a land that has faced much trial and hardship, and the people have greatly suffered for a long time. But what I have found, in my time there, is that they are resilient, and strong, and in the face of adversity, find reason to hope, reason to keep standing." Another soft wipe to the corner of Laudna's eyes, and if the tears were black, the cloth itself didn't reflect that. "I think that's beautiful."