No, he'd never planned on opening it. And yes, it would have been just air even if he had -- but then, what else could it have possibly been? There was no solid form for what he'd given up. But it'd been magic, all the same. Even if it had been improperly done magic.
"Still works," he said with a sideways sort of smile. "Wouldn't recommend it though. Sometimes the hurt of it is necessary. You know." She did. Of course she knew. It was all right there in front of her. And after being confronted with what she'd had on her mind for so long but didn't have physical proof of -- well.
Here they were, he supposed.
"We've got something," he said after a beat, and it was probably clear he wasn't going to be the one to turn this around or to refuse her -- she could drop that particular anxiety for the time being. "It could be good." If they let it be.