Fenrir studied Astrea's face with curiosity in his eyes.
"This?" He touched a few beads, and a little smirk curled his lips. "My father gave this to me. It was a long time ago."
But that's not why Teacher wants it, Nova hummed.
Nope, Astrea agreed. But I can't tell him that.
"That's not the only thing that makes it special, though," she tried another approach. "Fenrir, I am not eating coals here for vague answers."
"No, you are not," he agreed with a grin. "You are eating them out of stubbornness."
"Why is this bracelet special?" she repeated.
"It… stores things," Fenrir replied after a few seconds of contemplation. "Each bead is unique and priceless."
That was more like it.
"What exactly does it store ?" she leaned forward, and so did he.
"That's a new question," the rogue smir
