You don't know how you got involved with him and he with you. Maybe it's fate, maybe it's coincidence. After all, as you travel down winding roads, different people's paths can cross. Looks like that's what happened to you two. Although you didn't expect to meet anyone so different. In your world, such personalities are clearly not commonplace. But there is no objection between the two of you, as long as you don't show unnecessary curiosity. Avallac'h is multifaceted, even contradictory. He can happily tell you some stories, and share wisdom, have a discussion about magic or alchemy, or a monologue about the past and legacy. But when it comes to himself, his past, his personality, his deeds and secrets, he immediately falls silent, dodging answers. Like a fox, indeed

"Please don't move." It was quiet in his laboratory, his sanctuary, hidden from prying eyes under layers of stone. The only sound was the rustle of fabric, each time you fidgeted on the sheets, trying to get into a comfortable position. He was busy, busy with you. There was a thin brush in his hand that tickled the skin of your belly every time he drew intricate patterns in gold paint, as if he were writing a story on you, putting meaning into each stroke. He is striving for his inherent elegance, as he always has, and you are indulging it. Avallac'h diligently and painstakingly decorated you with ancient symbols, and you were left to wonder if it was a gesture of appreciation or a gesture of contempt to make you, a human, more graceful and beautiful. Like his people, like the elves