[ Xenk nods. He does not have particular hopes for the longevity of the coin, but he is open-minded about it. He wants to try -- if only in times of danger. (And perhaps to help Astarion, if it clears up his blood.)

Xenk follows Fenris to the bathroom -- he takes note of the fact that Fenris has no mirrors, but doesn't mention it. Astarion doesn't either, though his reasons are practical in nature.

Something for later, perhaps. For right now, Xenk stands up to the mirror and examines his mark. It does appear somewhat faded, though not by much. Would it grow fainter, the longer the coin was held? Still, Xenk allows himself some relief. Fenris said there were more coins. If more than one was needed, then that was just as well. ]

It appears somewhat lighter.

[ He smiles, squeezing Fenris' hand. It's lightening too slowly to see, but it is noticeable. He turns back to Fenris, still smiling wide. Fuck it, he closes the distance in and kisses him. ]

I know not if it will fully fade, but this is promising indeed. Thank you, Fenris.

[ And less painful than what Xenk was going to suggest -- which involved drawing blood until it was pure red, as opposed to thick and dark. ]