Isolde's finger traced the carving on the bead. It was still warm from Jarvan's neck and seemed to emit a faint but powerful aura of strength and goodwill. Closer her hand on the necklace, Isolde caught a flash that took her breath. She saw Jarvan wrestling with the bear but beyond that he was also absorbing the vitality of the creature. He was blessed of the bear, meaning that he had not offended the slumbering giant but was more like a brother to him. Isolde understood that he was a strong natural leader, stable and reliable. In that instant,she realized that he was generous and extremely loyal, a man who was truly intuitive and empathetic, although he wouldn't brag. She also saw that he was much more and her face reddened while her breath quickened.<br/><br/>She handed him the necklace, pressing it gently into his palm. His palm was slightly calloused and hard and warm, so very alive. His nearness was reassuring and she felt that she could trust him, although with his enticing heat and earthy scent she wasn't sure she should trust herself. Swallowing hard,she managed a smile.<br/><br/>"This bead is not like the one I had seen before. The work is beautiful,showing great skill and patience. Jarvan, do you wear the mark of the bear upon you?I know the gypsies I traveled with often displayed lovely body art."