[ Sizhui shifts the hold of his hand until his fingers wrap around Jin Ling's wrist, where he had wound the ribbon... not that long ago. Reminding him that Jin Ling has something like that, too. Something of Sizhui's.

Then his eyes widen slightly, a faint blush on his cheeks. ]

More... permanent. [ Slight nod. Heavens above, he wants. He wants permanent. On the other hand, wanting a gift feels kind of selfish. And yes, he is already thinking of what he can gift Jin Ling in return. ] All right.

Also we can go look for that place where I got proper tea from home that one time. So you don't... feel strange without proper hair ornaments. If you want.

[ He means the ware wolf shop. It would feel a little odd to see Jin Ling without any gold in his hair. But then again, if he chooses that, Sizhui isn't going to question it. ]