He leans very slightly away from them as the energy around them changes. He's not sure exactly how to read their expression, but his eyes fall to their hand wrapped around it. He... I mean wild elves leave their parents young and often never see them again. He can't sympathize exactly, but he knows people here often stay close with their parents for their whole lives.

"You were close?" he asks gently, carefully. He doesn't want to make assumptions and he doesn't want to push if they don't want to talk about it. They'd been sweet enough to him to let him drop his own pendant, and if they avoid him here, he'll drop it as well.