( the palms of their hands rest on the table as they lean their weight on it, not yet facing dylas again as rutile lowers their head.
when they speak again, their voice is low, with a serious edge to it. )

You've seen it, haven't you? The jewlery people around here wear, just like it's nothing...

( and then, in case that wasn't enough to make it ominous... ) Back in my world— that's what we're hunted for.