It's almost a cautious movement, let her fingers naturally relax to rest laced between his. Her hand is cooler than his, calloused more than his from a life spent using a sword. But as her hand tightens a little, there's nothing where her ring finger should be.

She turns her head to look at him, finally, letting her other hand drop. She isn't sure she understands what he means, and it's clear on her face. "I am here, yes?"