[ Marriage is something she's given up on having herself some day. The experience of giving that up in lieu of a soul bound hadn't necessarily been the easiest of journeys even though it was arguably, in many ways equivalent to it if not just a different way to label it. But still. There are some days that the human parts of her that remain are wistful and wishes for a marriage like Mythos and Metia's - before telling herself that that thought is just wishful thinking for her.

Which is to say that she'd probably combust into flames if someone teased her about the fact that she'd made a ring for a lover.

In any case she doesn't have to worry about that here. Instead she's being treated to a rib bone which could be considered equally romantic if you squint. She's long since grown past her squeamishness and takes it without any hesitation. There's a pause as she looks from the bone in her before back to him. ]

You're sure that you want this one? I'm sure it'll still find a good home if you'd rather have something more like the blade you had from home.