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[mind_overmatter]

Make that one ale, one water.

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[mind_overmatter]

It's storytime, plain as day, and Lee settles in a casual elbow at the bar to wait and hear the story out to its conclusion. As it goes on, though, and she starts having an inkling where it's headed, she can hardly believe it.

Here's a road they haven't gone down before. It's not just the story, and watching him place his matching one around his neck. It's not just what he tells her it's for. It's the tiny hesitations in his gaze, the nervousness in his smile that pulls one side down while he's still attempting to act natural. --But this is natural, moreso than she's ever seen him.

"So we'll each know when one of our wandering homes is close by?" She's cobbling together that sentence based on what he said about children coupled with what...she'd like to imagine she sees in his face. It's certainly in the gesture. Lee reaches out as if to take the necklace, but just settles in her smaller hand atop the stone, spreading fingers out over Alastair's palm. It's not a handshake or anything that uses force, it's much more fleeting, vulnerable than that. She just rests her hand there and smiles, mostly down at their laps and their hands, only occasionally bringing eyes up to his face because she's a bit bashful herself around this topic.

"Thank you...so much, Alastair. This means a lot." Now and only now, she'll try to take the necklace from his hand, after a brief squeeze of their palms together, glowing stone in between. The light seeps out over the edges of their fingers.