we are flesh & blood & we deserve to be loved

The bottle would appear...almost empty. Perhaps there was a wisp of cloud inside, though that might have been a trick of the light, or a smudge from the Sword's thumb. It wasn't of course, and as Safrin removed the delicate stopper...nothing would happen. Nothing for Evie or Kiada, anyways. For Amalia and Deimos, the sound of the Sword's rumbling and low laughter would rise, curling around her ears as if his lips were pressed there and his laughter was coming from inside of her bones. "The laughter of a man known for such stoicism. A worthy offering." The goddess said with a smile. "Now you, Amalia." Turning her hands away from Deimos and towards the baker, Safrin waited to see what she might pull from the void. Amalia has received. Laughter from the Sword | A small glass bottle. When opened, emits the sound of Deimos' laughter. Can only be heard by Deimos/Amalia. Safrin