Her slim fingers drift over him, and Kell's eyelids lower, his mind racing as he considers what she must have touched while she was gone. Swords hilts, the masts of a ship - Emery. He blinks in surprise when she holds something suddenly between them.
It's his own coin, the strange one with the bear that no one uses in the city. He's fascinated with it, but he makes no move to take it back. "I - " he starts, but he remembers all too well how she'd thrown his explanation about being a trinket in his face. The palace is a prison now, but at least it had a warm bed.
"You were," he replies. "My memories of you were a comfort. Particularly those of your more objectionable behavior." Kell looks pointedly at the coin.
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Date: 2016-04-30 02:06 am (UTC)It's his own coin, the strange one with the bear that no one uses in the city. He's fascinated with it, but he makes no move to take it back. "I - " he starts, but he remembers all too well how she'd thrown his explanation about being a trinket in his face. The palace is a prison now, but at least it had a warm bed.
"You were," he replies. "My memories of you were a comfort. Particularly those of your more objectionable behavior." Kell looks pointedly at the coin.