It was nice to hear his gift to her was cherished. Noah hadn’t seen her earrings for the majority of the trip. He had begun to think she either discarded them, lost them, or left them in Syliras. It was heartwarming to see her with them on, even if she wouldn’t have told him they were special to her. He was partially ignorant to the social image gold cast for those around women in her society. He knew it held some weight in where he lived now, but the value was pretty much lost on him. He liked to adorn himself in jewelry when he lived in Zeltiva, the practice falling null when he moved away to Syliras.

Noah didn’t mind Elann reaching for the rings after he sorted them by metallic makeup. Most of them were fairly simple, which may not have been surprising. They lacked extravagant engravings, simple bands of solid and gleaming color. Eventually he managed to fit all his fingers, bar his thumbs, with rings. The smaller rings that once fit his hands as a child were now only big enough to fit his pinkies, if that. He was turning one of the rings over at the base of his finger when Elann spoke up to say she used to have a lot of jewelry.

“Why didn’t you buy more?” he questioned in return. 

Noah took off a majority of the rings, keeping two on either hand and putting the rest with their kind in the pile. He went for the earrings. There was a mixture of what was women and men’s styles. He unclasped a pair of simple tiny golden hoops that would hug his earlobes once they were on. He didn’t touch the necklaces, keeping to the glossy stone charm wrapped in hemp his mother gave him.