Mitchell blinked, his brow furrowed. The black leather band sat low on Samandriel's throat. He hadn't been the one to put it there. He hadn't even thought about removing it--hadn't even noticed, really. How thoughtless of him.
He nodded, fingers lightly working the clasp, before he set it aside. "You never have to wear it again, if you don't want," he promised. "I didn't think, when you were brought here. You don't have to wear one."