Chris' smile momentarily flickers wider for the flattery, even if he's sure that must be what it is...it's still nice to hear and puts a bloom of warmth in his chest.

"And I am blessed for it." He reaches for Kim's hand to take up and press a kiss to it, but then keeps a hold of it long enough to turn it over and place the little velvet bagf into his palm.

"I was struck with the idea that you might...take this. It is an old possession of mine...and one I'd- [He'd what? This hadn't exactly been as planned out as he usually was in his gifts, it was simply...what felt right.] - I'd thought you might keep. It is not quite mine any longer...and you...share some similarities to that sentiment.

[Not quite his.

Inside, is a signet ring, similar to the one Chris wears but different for the lack of feathers. Instead, there's a nine-tailed whip that encircles the three-bodied cluster of six-pointed stars.

If Kim opens it, Chris will offer as explanation:] That is the old Sonom Signet ring.

[And an observant eye might notice it's really not quite the right size for a man's forefinger. For Chris' forefinger.]