A Lock Of Her Hair

"Wait for me here, do not touch anything," Dorcas warned him, walking to a corner of the room where a curtain shielded her from view and she finished the rest of the spell there. 

Although it was merely minutes since she left, it sure felt like hours and it was the longest wait of his life. Valerie nervously sat there, fighting things out with his mind. What was he even doing here? It was for Islinda. Was he making a mistake by doing this? No. Everything would work out in the end, he assured himself. 

"Here," Dorcas finally returned to her seat, handing an enchanted ring to him, "You wear this and whenever you're in proximity with a compatible body, it would light up with a green color."