“Mountains. And seas,” she whispered. “So you never forget that you climbed them and crossed them. That you—only you—got yourself here.” She let out a small, soft laugh—a sound of pure joy. He couldn’t let himself identify the other sound within it. “I bought it,” Chaol clarified instead, “so you could keep whatever it is you always carry in your pocket inside. So you don’t have to keep moving it from dress to dress. Whatever it is.” Surprise lighted her eyes. “You know?” “I don’t know what it is, but I see you holding something in there all the time.”
