He's surprised at the sudden tension. Though, really, he shouldn't be. This poor troll has probably not seen the kindness of many others, and it's...pitiful, truly pathetic.

He doesn't realize at first the noises he's making. The soft, gentle shooshing as he untangles more necklaces. He manages to get two out without tearing any hair, and it's when he places them on the shopekeeper's table that he realizes he was shooshing the other troll. His hands still in mid-air and he pauses. He can feel his cheeks burning, and he's so embarrassed that he wants to die.

But.

But he can't deny that this is a paleness that feels right.