Her eyes widened and she carefully took the comb from him, holding it tightly so she didn't drop it in the water. In fact, she stepped out of the center of the stream and to the shore to be doubly safe before holding it up to examine it.

"It's beautiful!" Her fingers ran down the teeth of the comb, marveling at how it was so perfectly constructed, not like their crude combs of animal bone. She would never have called their own crude, of course. The crafter worked hard, and even carved patterns into the combs. But this one shone in the light and the teeth were so small! "I love it. Thank you, Gavin. Where did you get it?"