There was a chuckle, low and burning merrily as he commented on her eyes. Strange from a man who had yet to dare her gaze...but amusing. She freed a hand from Yrael's arm, gently stroking the finely woven fabric "Your wife does fine work" Rachel complimented.

Ah...had the poor merchant claimed it as his work? Well...no doubt they had their business reasons...

"It would make a fine gift" she continued, the words almost purred to Yrael. Yes, she was enjoying herself too.