Cyril's brief touch against his fingers were soothing and painful both at once. He watches the elf draw them back, the dragon's tooth safe and sound in his possession. It wouldn't be lost.

Despite the care his lover took to not show emotion on his face, Taas could almost feel it emanating from Cyril and it makes him want to help. yet this isn't something he can fight any more. Maybe his death would at least give some kind of peace to them both; Cyril wouldn't need to keep strong for him.

"Yeah... I... I would like to say goodbye to the kids... but maybe you can keep it with you until they're older." The kids didn't need to be more confused than they already were, after all. "...maybe something for Korrin, too."

His best friend needed to know.

Reaching up to his arm where the magical ring still rested, he snaps that open as well and eases it off the raw skin. "Take this, too. It's... I don't know what would happen if you put it in fire. Keep it or sell it, kadan."