Elara's POV
He was not lying about having no opinions.
He stood in the middle of the first shop we tried and turned in a slow circle. He'd clearly surrendered all authority on the subject, and he was at peace with it.
"That one?" he said, pointing at something grey. I put it back. He accepted this without question.
What he did have opinions about was me.
Orion's opinions of me had always meant being assessed, corrected, found lacking. This was different. Samuel's attention moved differently.
When I held something up against myself to check the color and glanced in the mirror, he was watching. His face showed exactly what it had on the pool deck that first day. He liked what he saw, and he let it show.
"That one," he said, when I held up a deep green that I'd been uncertain about.
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