"We wear the tools of ours on every finger," Felix commented. He was wearing them tonight, silver rings set with moonstones, though he held Sunny's hand carefully so as not to make it uncomfortable. "I can't imagine denying you the same."

His smile was growing in equal parts delight and wickedness as he thought about this new possibility. "Would you, really? It would ease my mind about you, if you're officially introduced as a, well, visiting colleague. No one's going to get the wild idea that you need to be rounded up for heresy."