[ It's reassuring to see Dokja look more alert now, and Eustace leans easily into the half-hug, his own emotions smoothing out in the wake of Dokja's own. He doesn't hesitate in undoing the clasp on the bracelet so he can loop around Dokja's (slender erotic) wrist and fasten the thing back on. It hangs a little bit, but the fit seems snug enough that it won't slide right off.
Of course, there are two bracelets, which means—
He holds out his own bracelet in much the same way Dokja had moments ago. ]
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Of course, there are two bracelets, which means—
He holds out his own bracelet in much the same way Dokja had moments ago. ]
Your turn.
[ This can be their fake wedding ring exchange. ]