[His cheeks are flushed as he takes his sketchbook back gratefully. He hasn't seen a Hyur this big in about two days-- thanks Raubahn-- but he's glad Snow isn't as rude as the guy who knocked him over in the first place. He dusts himself off with a huff.]

One of the porters jostled me and of course he is gone. What I would give to be just a few ilms taller, so I was not as a flower before a wagon wheel.

[Maybe then he'd at least come up to someone's waist.]

Quite overwhelming, isn't it?