Right, the matching jewelry. He mentioned it earlier; the thought slipped her mind, however, when it was followed by his proudly proclaimed desire to take her to bed. She's reminded of it and finds herself sheepishly glancing downward, towards interlocked fingers and bare wrists that could solidify the ruse with even the simplest of garments.

"We should be able to. Luxury items are well out of my budget, but..."

Miriam joined in the search. Proper pendants or bands were a little too much to ask for right now, but if something were homemade, then that could function just as well, if not better, wouldn't it?

"Ah!"

The Shardbinder spots something she believes might be able to work, releasing Durant's hand to gather a discarded newspaper. Most of it was usable and not questionably damp, something she presented to him.

"Paper bands! A few friends and I practiced making them when we were little. It's not much, but the rustic charm and personal touch should more than make up for the lack of glitz and glam."