Re: Boi-oi-oing.
Let there be hugs. And there were. And they were good. And he rested. Whatever, Troy hugged Frankie back and might've lifted her up a little in the process. His eyebrow quirked at 'relic', wondering what the context of that was, considering their current location. "I got a relic a long time ago, it's called Forge." He sighed, though, after she did some real talk.
"No one knew, but it's been good for a lot of people, feels like." Pause. "No really, what's your relic? I have no idea about any of that shit. I'm just figuring out my own..." he couldn't find a good word, so he just mimed 'swish and flick', Flitwick style.