"I think it will be safer if we save it for later," he admits. "I have a sneaking suspicion that you and I will both lose most of what we are wearing quite soon, if trends hold..."

Skellig smirks against her lips.

"Not that I am complaining." He leans away only briefly to slip the amulet back into the bag she pulled it from, and places it on the side table behind them for safekeeping.