Thankfully, the thick fabric had kept the impact from being any worse than an uncomfortable surprise. Luciel did his best to keep the noise from his equipment down, he had assumed the group had either lost track of him or had their own issues to deal with as another individual emerged from the passageway leading outside. So many people converging on a single location was worrisome for the chimera who had been betting on the floating creature being less than friendly.

Sighing softly out of relief that the newcomer was keen on drawing attention, Luciel resumed his search, though it wasn't long before noticing the glint of steel from the shortsword which could be considered arguably smaller than standard version of its make. Before he could make to reach for it, a small figure had it in their hands and approached him.

Luciel froze where he knelt, ears folding back at the moment Gish offered the sword back to him. Confusion worked its way onto his worried expression while he eyed up the small woman, hesitantly lifting a hand to retrieve the blade. A sinister notion worked its way into his thoughts, the hand pausing with a small shake to it as he imagined the ease of planting the sword into the strange woman's chest on a whim. 

[color=8882be]And then I thought to myself...why am I thinking this?[/color]

Retrieving the sword, he lifted the tapestry enough to return it to his sheath before tossing the fabric back over his head. "Ey..." Luciel whispered, a small rustle coming from the hood as his ears fluttered in response to Gish's attempt to offer a compliment. Trying to begin his own greeting, the mutual awkwardness was palpable  "Ah...I-" the words came, though not much else. Though he'd been taught to speak, no one ever addressed him in a way that would invite a greeting in response, and the small woman's disposition was contagious. "Iz fair to be your acquaintance, miss Gish" Luciel softly said in a way that made it sound rehearsed, faking sincerity, though their tone lacked the depth of sarcasm. The syllables given as much credit as the effort to speak them required, his eyebrows twitched while he looked down to the design of the tapestry. "I am Luciel...ehn zeis iz my cloak, yes?" he asked in a similar manner, standing and taking an uneasy step back from Gish while tilting their head. Cautiously, curiously, he inspected the woman from his distance with eyes which she could almost make out her reflection in. The darkness of the slit pupils seemed expressive in a bleak sense, as the lack of expression hinted to the dull indecision and vague inquisitiveness of a soul with little experience. Apprehensiveness defined by an instinctual distrust rather than skepticism or repulsions by Gish's appearance, he'd simply never seen anything like her and didn't know what to expect.

"A... 'the' hat you wear-" Luciel began after a moment, undoing a glove under the cloak and reaching towards Gish white taking a few steps which echoed light clicks. "...iz nice, iz it?" he asked, gently touching a finger to the woven reeds before quickly retreating a step while blankly watching the woman for a response to his act, gauging her reaction. Admittedly, he was a fan of the hat since it seemed like a good amount of effort went into making it, though Luciel was well aware of his inability to wear such an intriguing article of clothing. "It looks nice, yes..." he offered in the way of a compliment, their tone holding a slightly sheepish timidness to it as if trying to appeal to Gish's own opinion of their hat. The phrasing and tone made it all seem blankly insincere.