Red Son waits until the bubbles fade away. Studies the metal at the bottom longer, before nodding and reaching up and pulling out the hoops.

And.

They're bracelets.

Simple, with the dark silver like shine of cobalt metal, given a shock of color with the carnelian pieces. Next to each other, its clear to see they're two halves of a whole.

He slips the bigger band around his wrist, and then he holds out the second to her. "Proof of a connection, no matter the state of your mind."