[ It might be just a brief look, but Adra catches it nevertheless, and it gladdens him. Alice is such a solemn girl: she deserves a bit of lightness in her heart.

A few of the children cling to Alice obediently, interested in this new voice; others are a bit more intractable. These Adra continues to nudge gently away from his ears, though he's resigned to letting them tug at and twirl his hair. Lesser of two evils, really. ]

I haven't met anbody yet who's seen something like me before.

[ He does sound a little bit wistful. Adra has a lot of criticisms for Azeroth, but he has criticism for everything: it doesn't make his love or fondness any less.

Sighing, more calmly: ]

Promise to let my ears be and you can put as my braids in my hair as you like, okay?