Crow Locke reaches out for it slowly. His misty hoof touches it tenderly and then he snatches it away. With all the grace and manners of a wild best, he zips back into the coffin with Love's 'gift' in hand and tears it asunder. Love does not see exactly what he does, but she hears the sound of what she can only assume is consuming it.

"Thank you," he says, "That was appreciated."