It was a bit scary to see the slow change in his eyes, but it didn't hurt, and he trusted her. Really, having her stare so intently into his eyes made him more nervous. He brushed aside a few locks of hair that had fallen back into place in front of his face with his hand, and stared intently as his eyes completed their transformation. He dared not get too excited. From what Miette had said before, it wouldn't last too long, but it was better than growing out you're hair to hide one eye.
He was surprised when she took his hand, and placed the bottle in it. He looked to her, and listened to her as she confirmed it as a gift. He was bewildered for a second, filled with so many new emotions. Gratitude, joy, admiration, and even guilt. Guilt was strangest to him, he could steal bread to eat, with no problems, but when someone gave him something for the first time, he felt guilt. In the end, all he could do was manage to nod another yes to her, unable to refuse her generosity. He didn't say 'thank you,' like he probably should have. Instead, he decided to himself he would prove to her his gratitude, some day. He'd make it up to her, somehow.
For now, though, he sat patiently. With his emotions running high, he dared to dream that somewhere in this shop there'd be a way to hide his horn.