The pearl. Her pearl. It was sitting up in her room, safe in it's little bag, and she suddenly wished she had it. So she could roll it between her fingers and let it calm her down.

So she could show it to him.

"You found it. In the arena, in one of the shellfish we ate. I...I still have it up strairs." She flushed. He couldn't know, from that, that rolling that pearl around her hands, holding it against her lips was all that got her to sleep some nights.