[Once the ring is in its proper place, Jill, too, gazes upon it with reverence as the motes continue flitting about in the air between her and Clive, their light bringing even more colour to the moonstone.]

It's beautiful. Thank you.

[She couldn't have picked a better symbol of their love; it's simply perfect. He's perfect. Beautiful in his own right as the moon brings a twinkle to his tear-kissed cheeks and his smile casts him aglow in a light she hasn't seen in entirely too long. And though the red around his eyes isn't the shade she usually associates him with, it suits him all the same. Happiness suits him.

As it suits Torgal, who's certainly pleased to be back by Clive's side. Jill is equally quick to meet the wolf's demands, giving him a little scritch under his chin, grateful that he always seems to find them both exactly when they need him to.

At Clive's words, her eyes widen with something akin to enthusiasm, and her lips part as if she's about to say something – but whatever thought she had fades every bit as quickly as it arose, and all she's left with is a sense of haziness obfuscating her memories of her first day here – the one she spent with another member of their family. A residual effect of the spell, she's sure, though that's hardly a comfort so she shakes the feeling away rather than confronting it head-on.]

Me too. The others as well.

[A pause. Or rather, a hesitation. As happy as this moment is, it was preceded by one of the worst of her life, and she can't pretend otherwise. Not entirely.]

I do hope we'll get to share it with them one day, but if we don't – [if their time here is the last she'll ever spend with him] – I'm glad we have this.

[There's a threat of more tears burning behind her eyes, and she looks down at her ring, hoping it might serve as a balm.]

It really is beautiful.