Maleficent was looking at the moonlight as she thought about the beauty of her home, until she heard Kili's comment. Turning around to face him, she pulled a slight dumbfounded face. "It is memory, precious and pure", she told him in her soft, gentle voice. She looked back down at the stone that laid in her hand. "Like your promise", she finished as she held out her hand for him to take it back. She held it as if it was the most fragile object in creation.