Xel grins cheekily at him, but he gives it a slight caress, for reassurance, as he lets his hair fall. His hand brushes slightly over his heart on his way down, and when Gaav asks his question he touches his lips a moment, as in thought, before making a shrugging gesture towards the ceiling with his fingertips: a quick devotion to Her, for love and comfort, but not making a big deal of it. "From him," he answers, left shoulderblade tightening on him a bit as he thinks about it, throbbing like cramp with his attention. "A piece of ice."