He wasn't sure she understood, he never was and the feeling he was picking up from her were complicated. Still he watched, a sad look as she stood there, clearly deep in thought.

He will wait, he understands being deep in thought, knows how important it is to have the time and space to consider actions.

When she finally reaches out, a long shell in her hands, holding it out. He reaches for it, turning it over in his hands, simple on the outside, even unnoticeable but then inside...

"It's beautiful." He held it in one hand, the other reaching out to take her hand, a little overwhelmed by her kindness.