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Sort of powerplayed that the cave bore evidence of Claudius making stuff/dyes - hope that's okay!
It appeared his joke was not as amusing to everyone. Still, the pale male replied with a sort of chuckle, and Dawali didn't comment any further. He didn't know why, but he felt as if the male's nervousness had only increased at his visit - though it could be because of his own injured leg. Claudius only appeared to be puzzled further by Dawali's reasoning, and the Chief laid the subject dead: he was here now, and it didn't matter, in that sense, why.
However mis-struck his own joke had been, Claudius seemed to attempt to lighten the tone by his own joke, and now it was Dawali's turn to flicker his ears in uncertainty, because the male was absolutely right. His inner medic chided him in a much less friendly tone than the male, but Dawali chose to ignore it and merely chuckled again, this time at himself. "Ah, well I'm just too stubborn, you know." Maybe it was because he was old. He refused to not be able to do the things he had always done. They slowly entered the cave and Dawali glanced around, finding no chairs or seating of any kind. It was rather simplistic, and Dawali made a note to himself to bring some stuff over next time, maybe blankets or something, if only for decoration. Standing upright on his crutches, Dawali would rather not attempt to sit all the way down on the floor with such a problematic leg. Instead, he studied the place and found evidence of activities he did not know Claudius engaged in. Truth be told, he'd noticed the dyes on him, but still he was taken by surprise. It was too easy to forget someone who seemed to want to be forgotten. "What're you working on?" the Chief asked in a curious voice.