[The black and gold door slides soundlessly open. Jedao sits with his back to one of the walls, slumping a little listlessly, but he scrounges up a grin and nudges a coarse sack at her. Inside are a strange assortment of - not rescues, not trophies. Relics, scraps of places lost to nothing. Golden bracelets like winding vines, dripping with clusters of tiny jade and garnet grapes. A necklace on an almost imperceptibly slender chain, diamonds and sapphires that look like vivid blue eyes at first glance, light glinting in a way that seems to gaze around. There are combs that are also feathers that are also single iridescent pieces of carved, gleaming pearl. A loose handful of bayberries, each composed of hundreds of tiny rubies. An opal ring that seems to contain eerie, beautiful worlds of water and fire all its own. He just - grabbed things, magpie like, with no idea what he would do with them, but the vague sense they shouldn't be trampled into ash. And now they're hers.]
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