[ Not one to shy from touch, she takes a step closer. ]

G'raha Tia... [ Repeating it with a respectful murmur, she feels as if she’s just been told something far more personal than just an actual name. ]

If it is a reminder of who you once were.... [ She lifts her other hand to her chest. ] Then it is a treasure of history.

[ This, she says earnestly despite the way he sounds so detached from the name himself. Why does he sound detached, she wonders. How long has it been since adopted the title and abounded his name. Why did his forsake it in the first place? ]

Jeweled, just like... [ Her eyes sweep over the crystalline pattern upon his skin, and her eyes seem to reflect the glimmer of his shine. ] you.