Nay, I did not consider that a blind man would even begin to be interested in such a thing.

[That's bald honesty, he still is puzzled by it quite frankly. Myr can't even begin to utilize it for its intended purpose, he'd just have to guess and be constantly reminded of his limitations, why go out of one's way to seek that out?

But he'd turned none aside who maintained civility, and wasn't going to refuse simply because of visual problems. If he notices the change in expression, it's not remarked upon - and since his gaze turns on his work, it's likely he hadn't seen.

A negligent pair of tweezers are waved slightly.]

Were I intending something only for him, it would be a scanning module to convert printed text to speech, be it books or signs, not merely what is written onto the devices themselves. Useful, practical, and opening paths to things he could enjoy beyond vicariously through others.

[And yet there's nothing in his words that suggests he's begun any such task. It wouldn't be difficult, in theory.. but color had not been worked on for a blind faun, no matter how amusing his company.

Putting a few components back into their final places is quick, easy and practiced.]