“Seriously, Caom, a white shirt will be fine. Please don’t stress.”
“Go.” He shooed me, not even looking up. “You’re distracting me. I need to get this done.”
“But I need to pay you.” I stepped closer to the workbench and pulled out the cloth bag of coins. “I’ll pay for both now.”
Caom stopped dead when he heard the jangle of coins, looking up. His eyes locked onto the bag.
“Oh. Yes.”
I opened it and stared at the jumble of foreign coins within. There was no Lonan here to pick out the correct ones with his long, elegant fingers.
Swallowing, feeling like a complete loser, I held the bag out to Caom. “Take what I owe you.”
I could somehow tell that he was sorely tempted to cheat me and take more than what the clothes were worth. His copper eyes gleamed as he stared into the bag. I was pretty sure he refrained in the end, because he picked out just a few coins, and none of them were gold. I hoped it was because he was my friend, but he was still Folk. It was more likely that he was remembering what I’d said about Lonan stopping the others from ripping me off.
Although I wouldn’t have cared if hehadcheated me. He’d already given me so much that technically I owed him far more than the price of these clothes. And besides, all I’d wanted was seeds. The bag was still fat and heavy with coins I had no use for.
Didn’t mean I was just going to give them away to the Folk, though.