Recently, you've noticed small boxes of beads and twine that the craft store sells just lying around Choso's room. Which would be surprising if it were not Choso. Though, when Eso began to get involved, now stringing small dark red beads and wrapping the thin twine around their curves, you had to inquire.

"It's almost finished-"

Choso mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration as his blunt nails pick at the string and nudge it away from Eso softly.

"Here."

He grunts, head giving a small nod as he drops a dainty bracelet with gold and red beads hung along a thin brown string.

"I don't like not knowing where you are. And I can only sense the presence of the blood my brothers and I share... So i've embedded my blood into those beads."