Stubborn, not slow to learn. [ When she notices his attention remains on the ring, frown replacing his amusement from moments ago, she huffs quietly. Not difficult to guess where his thoughts stray. ] I wear it as a returning act of goodwill. They've not earned my forgiveness, zokla.

[ She lowers their hands, shifting her stance so he meets her gaze. ]

Fortunately for you, it requires one vote.

[ She smile turns somewhat secretive. Mischievous. ]

Would you care to hear it?

[ Doesn't matter, she's lightly tugging him after her. ]