Shelke considered her carefully. "I am a bad judge of age," she glanced down at herself and then shook her head. "For obvious reasons. I'm not sure if I should be jealous or not, since I will never be twenty-eight."

She trailed off as the necklace was offered out, and after a moment she reached out to take it, considering it carefully. She knew enough to know what to do with it, of course, so she held it up to her neck for Leliana to judge.