[Irhya's gaze warms at the acknowledgment, pleased her gift seems to have gone over well. Twelve thousand years between them doesn't seem so vast a rift anymore, even if she is a different person altogether. She reaches up and cups his cheek, her touch cool as ever.]

Then I think it is safe to say we're both satisfied with the result. I haven't had a Starlight gift this thoughtful in a while.

[She stands on tiptoe to kiss him, finding herself pulling him down one-handedly as the crystal is still in her other hand, held to her chest. She'd wished upon it with all her heart once before; while this isn't an emergency, she wonders if it's suitable to do so again, since he can feel the sentiment through the bond.]

Hells, I know I shouldn't... but I still love you. Even if you don't quite feel the same, I just thought you ought to know that.