[Yuan controls his expression. It won't do to look smug here, since he can't properly explain it and doesn't yet want Zelos to know what he's done.]
[He settles for neutral curiosity.]
Changed overnight? How so?
[Yuan has definitely been here, buried in the depths of the library, all along. Definitely. He comes closer, into a more conversational range, setting the book in his arms on the cart on the way there. His braid has fallen over his shoulder; he doesn't bother to fix it, but his eyes light briefly on what Zelos has mostly attempted with his own hair.]
no subject
[He settles for neutral curiosity.]
Changed overnight? How so?
[Yuan has definitely been here, buried in the depths of the library, all along. Definitely. He comes closer, into a more conversational range, setting the book in his arms on the cart on the way there. His braid has fallen over his shoulder; he doesn't bother to fix it, but his eyes light briefly on what Zelos has mostly attempted with his own hair.]
...perhaps his conscience got the best of him?