Caleb knew it too. This pearl would never be used for a spell, would instead be kept as a physical manifestation of the memory of this moment, the bright sun and sparkling water, the strange indigo sand that shimmered in the light, and brighter than all of this, the man standing in front of him.

"I will too." Always.

He stepped closer then, maybe too close, only catching himself at the last moment before he went and did something too foolish, too bold. Instead he glances down to the pearl in his hand.]