[He reaches for it gingerly, takes it to examine more closely if Malak lets him. He is a little bit jaded about artistry - was jaded for beauty by the time he learned to talk. But he likes it too, is accustomed to and appreciates quality, and this sort of personalized craftsmanship, he has discovered, is more rare, in this world. He rubs a thumb over the edge of the ring, can't help thinking of Yeine.]
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It's exquisite.
[Soft, sincere as he offers it back.]