[His touch is forcibly detached, but that’s fine; he’s been stubborn enough to have his curiosity sated, and Ardyn can’t help but look satisfied, even crossing his arms across his chest as X’rhun fishes out the package.

Happy Starlight, my friend.

Whatever Ardyn might have quipped in return, it dies on the vine, smothered by those few words. Damnable as it may be, he cannot beat back the memory that floods back, those awfully warm associations that come paired with Starlight gifts, first experienced on the world which they met — universes away.]

Starlight?

[He echoes, and— of course, the winter months are upon them, are they not? Only natural that a winter holiday would soon follow, and he had been a fool to forget about this one in particular. His features soften, though perhaps Ardyn makes a cognizant attempt to keep his eyes down at the package.]

Ah, yes… the last one, it’s lost now, isn’t it? To whatever void in-between worlds may exist.

[Something rueful crosses his face, but he takes the gift all the same. Fingers begin to deftly unwrap the paper.]

I must admit, you’ve caught me off-guard. I’ve not a thing for you.