[Ianthe transferred the bead to her flesh hand and rolled it around in her palm.]

I believe you. I don't feel betrayed. But I gave this to you under false pretenses. It's the only reason I requested it back.

[She looked down at it as it came to a rest.]

This is my bone. Taken from my body and shaped into this form. Because it is of me, I am able to track it. Necromantically.

In case I needed to find you. If you disappeared while...

[She sighed, closing her hand over the bead before bringing the hand to her lips. Ianthe then opened it between them, the bead resting right there.]

Now knowing what comes with it, it truly is yours if you wish. And it's okay if you don't want it; I'm very much aware that it was a violation to plant it on you. I just didn't want to deceive you about it, any longer.