She can barely pull her eyes away from it the way it's glittering, but she finally manages when he kisses her and she puts a hand on his cheek to kiss him again. Softly, softly.

"Thank you. It's so perfect, John." She runs her fingertip across the jewels and as intoxicating as the idea of sleep is, she can't just leave the necklace there. It's too precious and it's something of John's and she wants him to see it on her. She wants to feel the weight of it. "Can you put it on me first? Can I wear it now?"