A smile breaks across Anduin's face as turns to recognize the young man -- is it fair for him to think of the jeweler as such? How old is he really, compared to Anduin himself, he wonders. Ah, well.

Dong-Yun's presentation of the bracelet surprises him, however. It was not for the reward of it that Anduin had taken to the streets that night, hot on the trail of the sounds of this young man's distress. But Anduin is no stranger to such interactions, and even if it makes him feel a bit awkward to receive such a thing, he forces himself to graciously accept the offering anyway.

"Thank you, my friend," Anduin says warmly, reaching out to take the delicate trinket from the other man. "I do not know that I am worthy of such a gift, but I shall treasure it nevertheless. A precious reminder of its maker -- one who is quite talented, from the looks of it." It is quite a handsome little piece of work, he probably could have sold this and gotten a pretty penny for it, but Anduin will not begrudge him his choices.

"It is good to see you well," he continues, softer now. "You have not... Had any more trouble, since that night?" To put it delicately.