Talib remained silent most of the time, giving small bows of respect or nods of his head when it was required. When it came to Tah'moor, he almost cried. Ata was gone, and it was solid reality now. Tah'moor was a beautiful animal, clearly intelligent and full of pride to be a great servant for Talib, but he would never be able to fill the hole of his horse's sarcastic snorts and caring pushes. Ata was too much like Talib, only more outgoing in a way. He sighed and looked to the ground.
J'halla arrived with his things, and he looked within the bag. The armor was a nice tough, and should fit over his robe easily enough. There were enough pockets in the sleeves that he needn't worry about losing the one's on his chest yet.
Talib bowed deep this time, showing his gratitude. "I thank you, J'halla, and all of you, for what you are giving me. I apologize for my burdening you and wish I had some way to repay you for your kindness and generosity.. I do have one request though: might you have any parchments as well?"