She doesn't verbalize her answer, but the way she relents and takes the pendant back from his hand is answer enough. When she holds up each end of the chain, preparing to place it around his neck, it's evident there is no clasp.

It takes more aether to fuse it back together than it did to separate, but Era manages it in one fluid motion—hands snaking around to the nape of his neck, forearms resting on his shoulders as she secures her most precious keepsake around the neck of her most precious person.