[ Trinkets, glowing, gates. Nathan's expression shutters into something complicated -- his frown's a mainstay, but it changes in hues. Frustration, caution, confusion, and— omething that looks more affected, almost hopeful.
Disappears, quickly enough. He stares at the gem. ]
Sure you want me to have it?
[ But he still opens his hand, palm-up, next to hers. Expecting her to tip it into his palm, rather than risk the bond through contact.
It's not magic. It's not magic, it doesn't feel like magic, he can't sense it so it's not magic.
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Disappears, quickly enough. He stares at the gem. ]
Sure you want me to have it?
[ But he still opens his hand, palm-up, next to hers. Expecting her to tip it into his palm, rather than risk the bond through contact.
It's not magic. It's not magic, it doesn't feel like magic, he can't sense it so it's not magic.
Sure sounds a lot like magic. ]