"I love you too Highness. Really." she stated blandly. "I'd die for you and all, but you don't have to keep rubbing my nose in the fact..."

Rachel poked a finger at the ship a moment, quite lost as to types, then went back to her digging...then...paused.

It was a feeling, warmth and care against the fingertips as Rachel sifted through broken pieces...

Cherished. Loved.

She almost cried when the piece that held such associated emotion...fell to dust in her hands, leaving only a small, blood red stone that she couldn't help but cradle in the palm of her hand.

"Oh Yrael..." she breathed. "I found it..."