Better yet, the tip of his shaking pinky.
Honestly, the Elven Prince wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. As he stared at his outstretched pinky, he kept wondering whether all of this had simply been a fevered dream.
Was he going to wake up tomorrow and realize he'd hallucinated this entire trip? Because at this point, it felt like he'd stepped into an alternate universe despite the fact that they were all, very clearly, in the same one.
It all started when Luca asked a question that Elior initially thought was purely hypothetical.
Luca was still teary-eyed. He was practically hiccuping in between words.
"Hic— P-Prince Elior… does it have to be the exact crystal seed for succession?"
The question came out soft. Fragile.
Before Elior could even answer, Luca stiffened slightly, as if struck by his own audacity.
