Dejah laughs softly, her gaze falling to the books which apparently need stacking very precisely. There's a flush of color in her cheeks, if he's paying attention.

"Some day, maybe you'll be able to tell me the whole story." As if that could explain why she thinks he's worthy of such a gift. She doesn't have to justify it, of course. She's the Jeddak of Helium. She could give metal to whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and no one would question her.

But that's not who she is.

"Anyway, it will be seen as such. And you have my leave to tell anyone who asks that it was a gift from me."