Rachel? Really wasn't joking about the dying for him if she ever had to, living and non-living aside. That's what one did for friends and family. She did poke her tongue out at him though. "You, highness, are a spoiled brat."

And yes...connotation. Taint one could call it, despite it's warm nature. When things were cherished, not of themselves, but for other causes, and worn often...they gathered their own life about them.

Though the opposite was also true, for harsher, darker things.

"Well, that's me taken care of" she chuckled, threading the bead carefully onto a few strands of hair and knotting it. That way? She wouldn't lose it. "We still need things for you though. Hmmm..." her eyes drifted around the room "Hey, bottles!" she noted, and indeed, they were. Of a sort. Whole jewels carved into phials...she was dissapointed to find them empty.