[He's left traces of his own magic with her, primarily with the music box that even now he recharges when it's running low. But for her to give her her wind and in a form of a weapon... Even if it's a knife, it's clear what messages she is trying to send, and he can only look at her with a bit of wonder as his fingertips run over the crystal. He's half-tempted to add his own in there, but there is something to having it just be purely hers.]

I'd say I would treasure it, but that would defeat its purpose. So instead I will be sure to use it well, and come back to you should I ever need more of your wind.

[Ideally he should never have to, but there could be uses that aren't necessarily from dire circumstances.

So he smiles and leans in to kiss her softly on the lips.]

Thank you, Benna.