[He can't help the widening of his eyes, the returned look of wonder, when he sees actual magic preformed before his eyes. He holds the paper steady, just as commanded, even when thing lights up under his fingers. It's a small difference, but it's still one he can notice.
He draws it close, all but cradling it. Then, he tucks his paper-heart back away, zipping the pocket closed. He meets Faust's eyes.]
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He draws it close, all but cradling it. Then, he tucks his paper-heart back away, zipping the pocket closed. He meets Faust's eyes.]
Thank you... this means... a lot...