[Med'an is a polite young man who has been taught not to stare, so he doesn't, but he does take note of her appearance. An elf? Elves on his world, though, look a bit different. It's a little hard to tell through the amber.]

Oh. A gift? [surprise, and then a little relief, with just a touch of smile.]

Sssso.... the wings were supposed to happen too. [THATS COOL. HE TOTALLY DIDNT FREAK OUT ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING. ITS COOL. He nods and sobers slightly at the mention of his uncle's absence.]

Well, thank you for letting me know. Have you...met any other Vindicators here, maybe?