She inhaled raggedly after their lips had parted, chuckling a little at how stupid her nervousness had been. Everyone had been turned around, and so had he. If she was going to be his, she should trust him. Trust wasn't something she was particularly good at with people she hadn't known for very long, but he was Skwisgaar. She decided to try. "There's no need to feel guilty. Everyone was a bit turned around. And to your credit, you did try. Even though you were young and brash, you gave me a chance."
A gift wasn't what she was expecting, and when he put the box into her hands she blinked. "Skwisgaar, I have you. I don't need things." She opened it anyway, touched that he'd gotten her anything at all. Even though she didn't know a lot about money or valuables, she still knew that the necklace on her lap cost more than most people could hope to find in their lifetime. It was also beautiful. It looked like it was carved of ice, and for a moment she wished she could show him the Temple of the Fayth in Macalania. The walls had been half as beautiful as the jewelry in her lap. "Skwisgar," she breathed, surprised she could say anything at all.