As uncomfortable and conflicted as she already felt, it seems to Bunta the last thing she needs is to wear the ring out. All it would take was one pair of eyes and the rumors and gossip would spread like fire on oil. She'd be mobbed and made the talk of the whole town before they could reach the castle gate.

But maybe she's thinking differently. Maybe she wants to get it over with so she doesn't have to dread everyone finding out. Wouldn't that be a wild time? Well, ultimately this isn't his call either way, is it? His job is to guide her to an answer, not decide it for her-- and then take care of her through whatever consequences it brings. Let's do this!

He steps in with a warm smile, places a hand on her shoulder, and curls his other around the ring in her hand, though he doesn't attempt to pry it away.

"What do you want to do?"