The box was so small in Ranuk's hand, and Tamlin found himself staring intently at the sight, eyes focusing on the blend of familiar and foreign.  There was more of Ranuk that reminded him of himself than noticed at first glance, and the demon's hands were no exception, holding the shape of an elf's... but they were still unusual, unnatural.  At least, unnatural for an elf, but perfectly suited to a demon, to Ranuk.  The tiny heart-shaped spot of color caught the prince's attention, dark eyes curious.<br/><br/>Then Ranuk spoke.  Tamlin raised his eyebrows and started to laugh again, a soft, warm sound that flowed off his tongue, but he stopped himself from getting too loud.  He didn't want Ranuk to think he was ridiculing him, and covered his smile with his hand before letting it fall away to show the traces of amusement on his upturned lips.<br/><br/>"Ah, truly?  Sharia does...  She sometimes says she'd rather wear a flower crown than a real one."  If the princess had been in better health, perhaps she could have made one for her brother's betrothed...  But that was silly to linger on.  Things were what they were.<br/><br/>"Are you happy?  To be... here?"  Tamlin had almost let slip the word 'home', but caught it at the last second.  It wouldn't do to rub salt in old wounds, to make things any more uncomfortable than they were.  And yet, he was curious about what was going through the demon's head, what he might be thinking, feeling, back in this place where he had been gone for so long.