For a moment, Twisted Fate is distracted, the tips of his fingers running over the design of the mask. He already knew what she liked to do, designing and crafting masks, but he never thought that she would take the time to use her hobby to make him anything like this.

Funny to think how rough their relationship started, one making assumptions of the other. Only now he's grown terribly fond of her.

Suffice it to say, Twisted Fate greatly approves.

"Thank you," he says, his voice soft. "I was considering simply purchasing one from one of the Orlesian merchants, but I don't think they'd quite match up to this."

Fate looks up, his brows knitted, but his face is genuine. "It's beautiful."