"To be made?" It's a phrasing that doesn't go amiss, certainly. Luke's gaze glances between the butterfly and its... apparent maker, curiosity crossing his face. Creatures certainly had different abilities here, but what a truly intriguing one...
"Ah, yes. My insects and I are rather inseparable most of the time." His lips curl in faintly embarrassed amusement, head tilting slightly. "Though many seem much more afraid of them. Butterflies perhaps the least of all, so I normally don't get to free them to stretch when around others." Hythlodaeus is correct in more ways than he can imagine regarding the man's reaction to insects and, well, death itself, so it's really probably best when the butterfly flutters off. "That is a bit of a digression, I apologise." Certainly not what they're here for.
In answer, Hythlodaeus takes note of the shape and form of one of the other insects Luke possesses, and waves a hand- the creature forms in a display of soft sparkles, a large purple and red butterfly this time.
He thinks it's endearing that the man cares for the insects so, even if Hythlodaeus doesn't share the sentiment. To be such a kind and gentle soul towards such creatures surely speaks well of his character. "Here- a friend for your travels, if you would take it." The butterfly lands on Hythlodaeus' outstretched finger, and he offers it to Luke carefully.
"And now, before I spend all of my Manna... what we came here to do, yes." He giggles, obviously not minding in the least.
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"Ah, yes. My insects and I are rather inseparable most of the time." His lips curl in faintly embarrassed amusement, head tilting slightly. "Though many seem much more afraid of them. Butterflies perhaps the least of all, so I normally don't get to free them to stretch when around others." Hythlodaeus is correct in more ways than he can imagine regarding the man's reaction to insects and, well, death itself, so it's really probably best when the butterfly flutters off. "That is a bit of a digression, I apologise." Certainly not what they're here for.
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He thinks it's endearing that the man cares for the insects so, even if Hythlodaeus doesn't share the sentiment. To be such a kind and gentle soul towards such creatures surely speaks well of his character. "Here- a friend for your travels, if you would take it." The butterfly lands on Hythlodaeus' outstretched finger, and he offers it to Luke carefully.
"And now, before I spend all of my Manna... what we came here to do, yes." He giggles, obviously not minding in the least.