[ Immediately her hands go to it, and she turns crimson with shame and embarrassment. She clutches it tightly and bows her head, her sudden new found sheet of red hair falling forward to hide her face ]

... I wasn't going to tell you, I ... I just wanted to ... to keep it on me, but I knew wearing it on my hand would send the wrong message so I... [ a quiet groan. She hadn't wanted him to -- he doesn't want it, she didn't want to force it on him, she just wanted to -- to keep the ring close ... ]