"Perhaps one of the larger ones in the center - as a focal point. This one, with the lotus," he selects another from the case, a delicately worked lotus pattern in glass with silver woven throughout. "Then the others can alternate out from it, with the silver between."

Skellig reaches over to hand her the beads, palms up - and when the woman's fingertips graze his, he cocks his head slightly, smiling faintly. "It will be a great surprise to her when I see her this evening to have such fine treasures," he squeezes her hands briefly, holding the contact for just a brief moment. While doing so, he sends a soft surge of Light from his energy to hers - not strong enough to knock anyone off their feet, but the purpose is evident. When he releases her hands, they will no longer tremble, and any aches or pains brought on by decades of detailed crafting will be erased. (And should stay gone until she chooses to retire of her own volition.)

"You have my gratitude."