"That's pretty," Daine pointed to a ring resting in a jeweler's display as they passed.

"Sapphire's," he smiled as he leaned in to inspect it.

"Of course."

"Look, it has a mate." He pointed to where a larger ring sat, forged from the same metal and inlaid with the same design. He turned, noting her blush, and tweaked her nose. "If you like them we should get them." He couldn't help but tease her.

"Numair—" he knew there was the beginning of a familiar conversation on the tip of her tongue.

"For when you're ready," he cut her off, but gently.

She bit her lip and leaned in to inspect the set more closely. "It is good practice to be prepared."