There was shuffling and she felt someone’s clammy hands turn her own palm over from where it was gripping the chair. The feeling of metal in her hand, cool to the touch for a brief moment before it warmed in recognition. Souls that recognized each other in a way that was deeper than she would ever be able to put into words. She let out an indulgent groan as she clasped the locket in her hand, letting her neck roll back in satisfaction as she slouched down into the chair. Soon. A voice said inside her head.