[It does, so much to the point that she's not sure she can accept it from him, if that kind of full circle makes sense at all. She doesn't look up, eyes still downward at her hands though now fixed on only the little bundle in them, nor say anything and after a long moment, she begins to pull apart the wrapping with as much care as he had given to hers, despite it clearly has less effort put into it.
Her face might not be entirely hidden though lowered, yet it's still entirely inscrutable while she unveils the small figure, revealing little of what she thinks. But as always, her actions speak out in place of her lack of expressions-- thumb gently tracing out the shape and carved details even as she protests quietly]
...I hadn't asked for anything. [He'd asked her for shirts] And I'm not the one who--
[Who just lost someone precious and could use a distraction lately, however small or fleeting]