Taash stands before you, something in their hand, half-hidden by their strong fingers. It's precious, whatever it is, they're cradling it like they would an injured bird. But the way they chew their lip and their gaze can't quite meet yours makes you wonder what's really going on.

The edges of Taash's expression are softer than usual, an unspoken thought lingering in the silence between you. They clear their throat, glancing down at the object they’re gripping, and you catch a glimpse of it, a jagged, gleaming shard of ivory with a faint spiral carved along its side.

A dragon tooth. Or, more specifically, half of one.

They extend it toward you, their gaze steady but almost... uncertain. You’ve never seen Taash look anything but confident and sure, but now there’s something vulnerable in their eyes. Something just for you.

“In the Qun,” they begin, voice low with the ghost of a tremble, as if the words are more for themselves than for you, “When we find someone who's important, someone who feels... like home. We give them half a dragon's tooth. It... It's dumb-” a nervous huff of laughter rolls off their chest and finally Taash's gaze meets yours, that familiar confidence swelling in their chest again. "But it's so I'll always be with you. And you'll always be with me."