"Yes, she'll wear it now. Just one less thing for me to forget later on this evening." Pulling the piece of leather from Gwen's neck, he took his time looking at the fastenings. Ties would be far too simple for such an adornment, and after a moment studying the thing, he was able to see that it laced much like a gown. The loose ends were then to be tucked into the weave. It was clever really, and whoever had made it deserved praise. Moving behind her, he pulled the collar against Gwen's neck once more, leaving enough room between it and her skin that he could slip a finger underneath.<br/><br/>Holding the cords in one hand, he carefully moved the mass of red curls out of his way, and after a few fumblings, managed to get the hand of how the thing joined together. Once it was laced and threaded, the joining ends were near seamless, disappearing into the collar's weave. All at once, Darius' hand that had come to rest on Gwen's shoulder clamped down. What felt like a spasm in his chest pulled at his heart, and then was gone. He quickly let out the breath that he hadn't known he was holding. "Apologies," he murmured into Gwen's ear. Probably one of the oddest pains that he'd ever felt; as if his body was trying to push out from itself - like he was overflowing with water, and it had tried to force its out. He could feel his fingertips tingling where he'd been in contact with his Consort.<br/><br/>"We can deal with the rings at a later time. I think it's time to leave." Darius' face was ashen. Putting on a smile again, he quickly thanked the elder woman who was now looking at him cautiously. "We'll be back later this evening to pick everything up."<br/><br/>Without further ceremony, he took hold of Gwen's arm and gave a light tug, clearly wanting to be away from prying eyes.