Ranuk seemed pleased with the acceptance of his idea, which gave Tamlin hope.  There was a very long and difficult road ahead, but perhaps it would prove less daunting than he'd imagined...  Though that was all conjecture.  The future was obscure, unreadable-- a mist where Tam could barely see his own feet, let alone what lay ahead.<br/><br/>The demon shifted, started to paw at something: the necklace, a heavy thing that must have weighed down on Ranuk's shoulders and spine.  It was beautifully decorated, but it wasn't made for such prolonged wearing; Tamlin watched Ranuk struggle to undo the clasp, with no luck.  He could tell his betrothed was getting frustrated, hearing the irritation in his low, rumbling voice.<br/><br/>"I can help," the prince spoke up without thinking, then hesitated as he realized Ranuk might take his offer the wrong way.  Naviin never accepted help from anyone unless he had absolutely no choice, and if anyone offered, it tended to make things worse...  But, Tam couldn't help it.  He motioned at the necklace, dark fingers slim and just the right size for the job.  "If you don't mind, that is..."