In his decades of serving various masters, Cyrus had gotten very good at reading people, to the point he could almost predict what they were going to wish for. He didn't bother tying with Clementine because he had a feeling in his gut that he wouldn't have to worry about her wishes.

"Thank you, Clementine." He used her name vice the proper address of mistress, figuring it would put her more at ease. Then he waved his hand over hers, making three small red jewels appear in her hand. "These are your wishes, to do with as you please as long as they follow the rules of magic."