[ There's a drunken haze to her movement that makes them a little slower, a little more meticulous. Gently humming as she wraps it around her wrist, ligning it up carefully, her little fingers bracing against Pidge's arm as she begins to tie the ribbon into a bow. ]

Maybe it's - uhm, those stories I heard from earth, about how Knights would ask for a ladies favour, which us, uh a scrap of material, isn't it? I think, anyway, in tournaments they'd ask for it before they fought for good luck? Maybe it's like that.

[ She brings the loops around and feeds one under the other to tie them together. ] I guess that makes you my knight in shining armour, huh?