She glances at him quickly and she flips open the datapad again and, with a tap of the stylus, zeroes in on two images. "If I had to choose anything, it'd be this," she says, pointing at the image on the left. It's a simple circlet, silver-colored; a slightly thicker version of what she wears (very rarely) now.

If she were being entirely honest--and she isn't--it really isn't something befitting her upcoming title.

"But," she says, and she doesn't bother to point at the other option; just looks at it.

"This is close to the crown that was lost when the Prims took power. What all of the old empresses wore." A moment passes. "What my mother wore."