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Kaeya thumbs over his new jewelled brooch, tilts it this way and that to watch sunlight catch on it's edges and dapple lavenders and indigos along the tavern table. An ode to the Abyss, perhaps, to those who know not of Kaeya's moonlit meetings. A mark of subtle possessiveness to Kaeya; a reminder of the eyes all-seeing.
"What's that?" Rosaria asks. She startles Kaeya, and though her lips twitch into an imitation of an apologetic smile, Kaeya knows she means neither well nor harm. She acts only upon her own curiosity.
"Just a gift." He says, dismisses, pocketing his brooch.