Something caught in Devin's chest at her words, like the striking of a bell. It had not occurred to him just how much this bit of cloth could mean to her, although it really should have. Perhaps his stubborn clinging to the idea that using it repeatedly or at all was unwise had blinded him to the possibility. With a little careful spellwork, Devin could give her something-- he had not dreamed of, in truth. He was far better at destroying things than building them, and although his attention was constantly on the future as much as the present he simply had not followed the logic through.
Devin narrowly avoided gaping at her like a landed fish, but she would know his surprise - and his confusion at what to even do with what he was feeling, seeing as he did not have a name for it. Words-- words would be helpful, and he can sort through the complex tangle of reactions sitting beneath his sternum later.
"Well..." He cleared his throat, shifted weight over his feet. Why did this of all things unbalance him so? Moving on. "I'd like to work on tightening the language before doing anything else. And ideally use a material that's a little less haphazard." Ought he still use his blood? That looped him in but not Gene, unless Gene made one himself. Better to make something that did not rely on either of them so directly.
His face clouds at a thought, but not for anything that she's done. "Manacles are the traditional medium for this type of work." He's worn a lot of them in his time. "There is a keyless variety, which is stronger. Clasping them shut activates the command," Devin elaborates. Obviously there was a way to undo them, too, but a physical key was a weakness they probably could not afford. "I can think of a few options, if you've some preference for what it looks like."
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Devin narrowly avoided gaping at her like a landed fish, but she would know his surprise - and his confusion at what to even do with what he was feeling, seeing as he did not have a name for it. Words-- words would be helpful, and he can sort through the complex tangle of reactions sitting beneath his sternum later.
"Well..." He cleared his throat, shifted weight over his feet. Why did this of all things unbalance him so? Moving on. "I'd like to work on tightening the language before doing anything else. And ideally use a material that's a little less haphazard." Ought he still use his blood? That looped him in but not Gene, unless Gene made one himself. Better to make something that did not rely on either of them so directly.
His face clouds at a thought, but not for anything that she's done. "Manacles are the traditional medium for this type of work." He's worn a lot of them in his time. "There is a keyless variety, which is stronger. Clasping them shut activates the command," Devin elaborates. Obviously there was a way to undo them, too, but a physical key was a weakness they probably could not afford. "I can think of a few options, if you've some preference for what it looks like."