"Ah, apologies." She says softly, waiting until he has the delicate chain and then gathering her hair up and off of her neck, piling it atop her head and holding it with both hands.
It is not something she has ever done before either, asking for assistance even was not something she did often, but for something so close. Touch, touch was not something that she shared with anyone often. Each time she did it was a small and meaningful motion.