[ Silco's eyes track the little details. The way Sebastian does care for it — though he would never guess protectiveness from the man — any more than he thinks Sebastian would want someone to assume protectiveness over it — so he makes the assumption that one would make. That it is like a meal, wary that someone would covet it, even if it is a meal only Sebastian would want. He does not voice it, but he perceives it, one eye only blinked once, twice, but he nodded in acceptance. ]

She tends to offer the shards of those we... value, I notice.

[ It's a weighted word, but it is a word to describe what he sees. For Silco, of course, the shard offered was so vital and important that he would have been even more protective over it — he can only hope that it is back where it belongs (it is, I've decided) — but he worries now that perhaps they are at greater risk than he'd thought.

Especially if these creatures took them so readily. ]

It is good, then, that I was able to locate it for you, hm? Before one of our enemies deigned to locate it.

[ He thinks of Hayame first, of course. His jaw tightened, and the rumble of thunder in the distance didn't distract him.

He doesn't think of it being dangerous at their size. }