That's a lovely reason to hold something dear. [then she starts to realize something, eyes widening.] Oh, oh! I work as a seamstress. If they ever become worn out, I can repair them.

[at his question, she reaches to the collar of her dress, tugging out a glass vial attached to a golden chain that hangs around her neck. inside the vial are two intertwined strands of hair, one her shade of brown and the other a darker color, strikingly black. she leans forward so he can see, her expression one of fondness as she looks at the necklace.]

My wedding charm.