[ There's something akin to a look of anticipation on his face as she opens it. It's not nervousness, because why would he be nervous about getting her a gift? It was Clara after all. But there was always the chance that his choice would be off. In the time it takes her to wrestle with the ribbon he's already decided in his mind that if she didn't like it, he'd tell her it was the vendor's fault.

But then that bright smile blooms again and he straightens up, more than a little pleased that she likes it. ]

Well I figured you wouldn't wear it with something like a nightgown or what you're wearing now, although that would be completely your choice if you did - [ He cuts himself off again before clearing his throat. ] I just thought it would look nice on you. With the - [ He waves his hand vaguely towards her face. ] Bambi look you have going on. And the merchant said something about it protecting you, whatever that means.