[The closer she gets, the more it feels like the Fade could envelop him, and the more soothed he is. He almost feels like Ser Pounce-a-lot lounging in front of a fireplace. He used to think the cat was being lazy when he did that, but suddenly he understands.

Some of his relaxation may appear in his body language--looser shoulders, softening stare--but he's not particularly expressive at the best of times.]

It is.

[So much more beautiful than he thinks many mortals realize.] This planet is beautiful as well. The city bears the marks of the work its people put into it, and the wilderness defies description. [He can show her around if she likes, so long as he gets to be near her mark.]