[Newt can't help but suck in a breath at the strange tingling, fluttering sensation as she raises a hand towards his chest. There's a mild bit of panic stirring in the back of his mind, but it's one that's quickly overridden by fascination as an orange light curls and glows into being just in front of his chest, and Newt blinks, reaching out a hand to gently cradle it--though he doesn't actually touch it himself]
....woah. That's....this is my soul? [holy shit though. Holy shit.] This is so. Cool.
THANK u were pretty much spot on with the orange tho
....woah. That's....this is my soul? [holy shit though. Holy shit.] This is so. Cool.