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Mastema nodded at the response, at least somewhat understanding why Nana had made herself stop to consider it first; it was, to say the least, unlike most people to simply hand down a relic from a lifetime ago. Mastema closed his hand around both of the bracelets, holding one with his thumb and fingers and the other in his palm. With his free hand, he gently grabbed Nana's right forearm, then took her hand, and finally slid one of bracelets over her hand until it was snugly at her wrist. Shortly after, he took Nana's left hand and placed the other bracelet on her in a similar manner. When both were on Nana he released her hands, returning one of his to the now empty box.... or so he believed it was empty.

The hand which Mastema didn't have on the small box went around Nana's side and rested on the small of her back. He could tell she adored the shining trinkets and was more sure that she would care for them better than he had. "Cherish them as you will. I am merely glad that they are in the care of someone who they should truly belong to. And I do not believe there could be anyone more lovely to do so." Mastema's sweet talk was probably nothing strange to Nana, but what accompanied it was different than Mastema had ever shown before: Mastema smiled to Nana. The serenity of his smile could easily match the happiness that it seemed to portray. There had been many instances where Mastema had expressed his joy in some way, but this could only signify the difference that these gifts had from everything else.

Mastema had more than enough time to let Nana stay where she was for quite some time. His hand would remain where it was, and Nana would feel a light kiss on her forehead after some minutes had passed.

Looking back to the box once more, Mastema started to close it when he noticed that the bottom of the box seemed to move. Raising his brow, he opened it again, reached in, and found out that what he had thought was the bottom of the inside of the box was actually just a purple velvet cloth wrapped around something else. With his thumb, Mastema pulled back the edge of the wrapped cloth just enough to see a glimpse of a vibrant silver part of whatever it was. He smirked softly, not needing to pull off the cloth completely. "Hmmhmm..... I had entirely forgotten this even existed..... and I certainly did not realize that Slayer had held onto this."

Mastema took a moment to think, but then set the object and cloth on his lap. Peeling back the two flaps of cloth that covered the front of the object. The best way to describe what it was was simply a mask, though it wasn't one that covered one's entire face. The face plate on Mastema's lap was completely made of metal and was designed to cover the eyes and upper-half cheeks when worn. The mask wasn't incredibly glossy, but it did have a unique shine to it. Instead of being a smooth curve all the way around the face, there was a relatively sharp angle between the eyes of the mask. The eyes themselves were made of some sort of glass which reflected like a merror from the front. "This is probably the oldest possession I have; of course with how much I wore it, one could call it less of a possession and a part of my character back then. Through my youth, I always wore this mask where ever I went, and that is an understatement. Before I put it down once and for all, I do not believe there was a soul around that saw me without it." If what he said was true, then virtually no one Mastema had known in his past had seen his face until his youth had ended. It was only speculation, unless one asked, as to why he wore it consistently.

Mastema chuckled lightly at the half comment, half question. His hand stroking Nana's back, he just picks up and examines the mask for a few moments. The padding on the inside of the mask was obvious. "Indeed. It would be best left that I had some..... 'unique' characteristics as a lad," was the only answer Nana would receive. Of course, the fact that Mastema had oddities now and in the past was undisputed. What exact part the mask played, no one knew.

*Nana's only response would be a light nod, and "hnn" following after. She didn't have an urge to dig deeper into his past for the moment, so a nod would sufice. Nana felt it best for Mastema to tell her on his own, there was no need to bring up anything painful or discomforting. On the reverse, Mastema was free to ask Nana anything about her past aswell, even if she may have not thought it all to interesting to anyone else. Meanwhile in the library, Trilla had asked Zio for some colored pencils and was now coloring up a storm in a book of black and white images. Whether or not this was a coloring book or someother important work.... who could say for sure...*

::Tyrsais was still sitting as still as could be staring with a sort of intense look at the young man. Yuri would notice Tyr's expression would relax slightly as he heard him speak. He would nod lightly in agreement with what had been said so evidently that was his name. He didn't move his lips an inch yet his words would come across clearly to Yuri whom might now realize the extent of the bond they shared::

Indeed I am... just as you are Yuri. Names given to us by one or another for a reason no longer as clear as it used to be... Forgive me though I am being rude. I am Tyrsais Himura and this is my home, I recovered you shortly outside of the city in which I reside. Apparently by your movement I seem to have restored your health, thats a good first step.