You never cease to impress me, darling. Of course I trust you, and I will wear it with pride. *he's already sliding it onto his wrist, glittering along with the rest of his corpse gold; this is a precious enough gift to keep with him always* How does it work? I'm quite curious.

Very dashing, Vorgoth.

That is *most* gracious of you, Mistress Cantori. But please, call me Emmrich, I insist. I'd be delighted to take you up on the offer the very moment I return to Antiva.

Why, this is lovely, Newt. *he gingerly takes the box and runs his fingers over the band inside, feeling the charge of magic* Wherever did you get this?

Quite right, Manfred!

Oh, I imagine! Cats are wonderful creatures, though they tend to shy away from the Necropolis. The next time our travels take us to Treviso, I'll keep an eye out for them!

Something for me? Really, you shouldn't have!

*Always* happy to oblige. There was quite a stir around the Necropolis when it came time to exchange gifts. The wisps are always so inquisitive. It isn't Manfred's first Wintersend, but he's grown so much since then that I'm sure it was a novel experience for him. And yourself, my dear?

Newt, dearest, it would be my pleasure. *leans in to kiss him gently*

They do, indeed! They can be quite playful. Strong positive emotions draw out all manner of benevolent spirits during the holidays. I count myself fortunate to be surrounded by curiosity, empathy, and compassion.

With pleasure! He'll be so pleased to hear from her. Please send my warmest regards in return. I hope things are well at the Lighthouse.