( Franklin is skittering, bounding around the two of them, and Herian rolls her eyes fondly as she tells him to sit (which he ignores) and reaches for something from her pocket. It's a small wooden box, a warm red wood with pale veins and knots within it, smoothly polished and oiled.

Herian realises something, though, as she hands it over. ) I could not find adequate wrapping materials and thought that might be of use. The gift itself is inside.

( Slightly awkward, if only because she wants the gift to be well received. Inside the box, should Cosima choose to accept it, is a silver ring, still a little textured from hammer, but smoothly so. The silver is very bright, and set into the ring is a dark blue stone with patterns of lighter blue, and bright green circles within. ) I, um—

( Ah, those tongue tied moments. Thanks, Cosima. ) I was not certain it was the correct size.