There's a weight to her words he didn't expect. Curtis frowns, just a little, but murmurs, "Okay. I won't."

The letter; the book she gifted him in the forge; now the pendant. He's never needed a place to store things, because he never owned enough to require it. Maybe he should get a box from Bar. Something to stash under his hammock.

(Then again, considering Edgar grabbed the letter three seconds after Curtis left their room, maybe he should just keep the pendant in his coat.)