Jayce is a terrible liar and he has never been good at hiding his pain. His expression may be hard, his jaw a little tight, but the story is there for all to see, especially eyes as observant as her. Sorrow, not anger. Crushing sadness, but no guilt, not like the time he came to her about Viktor. He hasn't slept well since the day Viktor coughed so hard he almost passed out, and they knew their good times were over.

He should have known better than to think he could hide it from her, but maybe he didn't want to. And it couldn't hurt to let people in Viktor's life know, because he is terrible at reaching out, even now. Jayce offers her the box.

"Open this first and then I'll explain."

Inside is a delicate bracelet, deceptively simple, of Luna's famous dark metal. The bracelet itself is designed to look a little like adjourning leaves, but the clasp is the important part. A large W held together with a P in the middle. A nod to her brother, on the birthday he wasn't here for. Sentimental.

"It's a unique metal, it amplifies magic and it also protects against it. I know you've got that in spades, but it reacts faster than instinct." Jayce put a protect enchantment on it, in case she's ever taken unaware.