"Just a nano, Bar's keeping it for me..."

Enzo bolts, footsteps receding down the hall, and returns quickly with a small leather pouch.

"I, uh. I had it made a while ago. At the forge. So I'd have a gift for you, when it happened."

Shooting nervous glances at her family—but it's too late to put off, and they'd see it later anyway, might as well get it over with—he shakes out the content of the pouch and presses it into her hand.