[Oh. Both dark eyes follow the drop of the amulet. At first, he thought maybe it hadn't been real. A duplicate, a fake. Even seeing it closer, he almost doesn't believe it. But no, it is.]
It is. [The look in his eyes, rather than the surprise of it somehow escaping his neck, softens at the fact Abbacchio has retrieved it. That Abbacchio knew it was probably his.] Thank you.
[Without letting the door go, he reaches his other hand up, turning the long fingers over to see if Abbacchio will return it to him.]
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It is. [The look in his eyes, rather than the surprise of it somehow escaping his neck, softens at the fact Abbacchio has retrieved it. That Abbacchio knew it was probably his.] Thank you.
[Without letting the door go, he reaches his other hand up, turning the long fingers over to see if Abbacchio will return it to him.]