"Ah, just a bit," he admitted, drawing his legs to his chest and draping his arms over them.

"We should go pick out a new earring when you have the time, Ronnae. I have one from my father," he rang the cracked ivory bell on his left ear. "And one from Nehaalista," ashen fingers curled around a small bell on his opposite ear.

"A leaf from Eli...and a tooth from Fontaine. I need a memento from you, naturally," he reasoned.