No, Gaja didn't know if Nam would be in attendance. He brought his gift in the hopes that the dragon would be there. Who knows how long he's been holding on to that piece of jewelry, just waiting for the next time they meet. It is Gaja, after all, who spends his time travelling while the old crocodile remains much closer to his river. It's a place Gaja has grown fond of over the years. He's not bound to any place like some creatures, but Nam's river and the area around it feel more like home to him than any place has.

Gaja wipes his fingers on the linen napkin before taking the necklace from its box. In a careful motion, the phoenix drapes the jewels around Nam's throat, making a slight adjustment to the positioning before fastening the clasp. Even in the dim light of this dark house, it shines and sparkles like the sunlight dazzling on water.

"That's better. Now there's something more pleasant to look at than your surly face."