melita
Piling together her purchases, she surveyed the scarves and candy, figuring they were decent enough wares for the warranted occasion, and went ahead to purchase the other portions. So she was surprised to turn back around and find he was giving something to her (especially when she’d been a little shit lately, and hardly deserving). Her eyes rounded in the slight bewilderment, going back and forth from her uncle and to the gilded cloth, before her hands went for it. “Thank you,” she offered, because she meant it. “I’ll have something for you later,” it would’ve been difficult to shop with him here, and Melita wasn’t slick enough to pull that off underneath his nose.
She could probably put it around her locks or make it a bag…yeah, some manner of calculations already beginning.
salvation doesn't look like light
