[Andhera hesitates, and the look in their eyes softens.]

Thank you. Honestly, it means a lot to me, that you would be so kind to a stranger. I'll do my best to return the favor, if- the need arises.

[Touch is the strongest love language among the Unseelie, rare and treasured. It really does mean the most.

And ironically, the burst of happiness that stirs in Andhera causes a storm-cloud to form above their head and start steadily raining on their head. He closes his hand around the stone in his hand, and closes his eyes in quiet resignation. Their other hand reaches back to touch their neck.]

I'm sorry. You might want to move back before it gets bigger.