"Oh, the books," has some lofty, dismissive tenor to it as if they weren't so clearly the part of his present she'd paid such careful attention to. Her attention reverts briefly back to the mabari's jowly face across her knee. She pats Ruadh there. "Well, I'm pleased to hear the gloves fit as they should."

Ruadh's triangle ears are pushed softly in one direction, then the other before Wysteria looks back up at Ellis again.

"It's all right if you didn't get me anything in return, of course. I realize mine coming back from Orzammar was all rather sudden."

Fishing? Her? Certainly not.