It glittered the way that crystals do in the light, reflecting the beauty more so of the wearer of them, rather than themselves, like a whisper of come see how beautiful and precious this one is, how loved and taken care of. And they looked like little ice cubes, clear and translucent, hinting at so much beauty not of their own accord but of Yona's.

He could faintly see the beautiful glow of her skin behind the gemstones, could faintly see such beauty there, but it was her smile, not because she had been gifted such a beautiful necklace, but that she'd been gifted something at all and something from one who loves her.

And Kija took a deep breath, feeling his heart stutter in his chest, and he reached out one hand, not paying attention for once whether it was a dragon claw or a human hand he reached out with, only noticing when soft, gentle fingers looped around his hand, that it was his dragon claw, he'd reached out with.

"Thank you." And Yona's smile is more beautiful than anything in the world Kija could have ever gifted her.

"You're welcome." Swallow and another word, "Your smile is more beautiful, Princess, than the necklace I gave you."

And Yona's face goes pink, reddest so close to her vibrant red hair, and Kija's face pinks as if in reply too.

She shakes her head, denying it, but her fingers tighten around his, and he knows somehow that she feels the compliment deep down, even if she doesn't feel anywhere near as worthy as she is for such a compliment.