[a slender, silver ring on a silver chain rests at the foot of the grave - nearly imperceptible in the gloom save for the way the metal catches in moonlight. there's a definite draw to it - one which Cecelia balks at in feeling it at all. it cannot be hers, because she is not buried.
when she looks again to Diluc, she startles at the sight of the exit just before them, eyes big with alarm.]
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when she looks again to Diluc, she startles at the sight of the exit just before them, eyes big with alarm.]
That-! That wasn't...there. A moment ago.