This one, at least, was the one he was meant to have - and not just for him, it seemed. But those that had come with him as well. Gift giving was important - at least amongst her own people. Nothing meant anything unless there was a gift given. Nor was it limited to just her to him.

Her hand lifts - another gesture to her guards and a woman that looked - shockingly a lot like her, for what it was worth, steps forward fishing from a bag that was at her feet. A series of similar looking boxes inside of it, though she takes only the first one. "Something simple, from our home, for all of you. We know that the materials may be easily replicated elsewhere. But our smiths are some of the most skilled. I had them prepared for you and yours before I left." She taps at Damodar's arm and the boy hops out of her lap, stepping back to his nurse. It's then she stands, taking the box out of her hands.

"If you'll permit me?" she opens the box to show him - and it's a chain, a fine golden chain that was a series of intricate links. A bracelet, to length. Carefully, she lifts it out, letting it slide over her fingers. Gesturing for his hand as she comes closer.