[She is on her way, movements lagged down by a foreign feeling of uncertainty. She stops at his message, uncertainty twisting into insecurity. This is a quandary; she is deserving of a great many things and none of them rewards. She does not hesitate in replying. At least, not for too long.
Her finger is ringless. He would see through any forgery. ]
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Her finger is ringless. He would see through any forgery. ]
Is his ring where she left it?