Guiltily, Faelan accepted the kiss, pressing against her lips for a bit longer than he should have. He actually felt quite relieved that she hadn't gotten him a present. He hadn't expected her to, and it would have been difficult to be gracious when he was being such an awful jerk.
"I painted it," he told her, just in case she didn't realize it. "I looked up your name in a book down at the shop, and I found out it means lotus." Reaching over to trace the painted image of the flower, he added, "It really seemed fitting for you." Looking up, he quietly admitted, "You're a good present."
Sliding his fingers away, he hesitated for a moment over the crescent moon. He'd added it at the last minute, after feeling a nagging thought that the image seemed unfinished. He liked the flower and the moon together. Perhaps it had been some wishful thinking.
"There's something inside," he told her, realizing that she may have thought the box was the whole gift.