No.

[It's a lie, of course, and it tastes as such on his tongue, but it comes easily all the same, as naturally as breathing. It's hardly the first he's told, and it will be far from the last.]

Nothing of that nature, at least. There is one more thing I ought to show you.

[And the question he intends to ask that goes along with it is one he already has the answer to, at least in part— but it doesn't feel even remotely real, and likely won't unless he hears it from her.

He reaches back into his pouch to pull out a second item, opening his hand to show her a simple, leather-cord necklace and setting it on the table in turn. Maybe even this is sharing too much, but the significance of the item— and his inability to place it— had been nagging at him for months now.]

This is the item I'd compared that hair piece of yours to. I don't recall receiving it, but it's been with me since I got here.

[Specifically, it had been around his neck, and remained there for quite some time— until a few days ago, in fact— though he doesn't mention that part.]