Caradoc was beyond very impressed, so far that his mind automatically jumped to how and why Emmeline had thought about and come up such a gift that so obviously fit him. This was exactly something he needed. She had thought a lot about it, put a great deal of effort into obtaining it (these were not easy to come across, he would know), only showing that--- he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
With every second that she talked his mind continued to race, undecided on whether to turn to complete anxiety, or just look the other way and completely ignore this very thoughtful gift. Complete ignorance would have been his first choice, but obviously his mind was too hard to control at that point. He stayed somewhere stuck in the middle.
"Thank you," Caradoc said, giving a brief smile as he pulled his gaze away from the pensieve. This should not make him so uneasy, there was nothing to-- he had been fine for the past few months, why now, there was no reason to. This inconsistency of his was beyond aggravating to the point where--- Emmeline would notice how he was feeling.
A sudden jolt rolled through him, and quickly Caradoc went to cover up any-- weakness she might have seen in him in those few seconds. "But if it burns off my eyebrows, we're going to have a problem," he stated smartly after carefully placing it back down on the table. What else was he suppose to do it with? She surely didn't expect him to put a memory in right that very instant, did she?
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