He wasn't engaging with her. Mor huffed out a breath. She had not anticipated this — had not anticipated how successfully she would ruin him. It was good, then, that she hadn't gone to the wedding — things would have been even worse if her curse took her. She had been kind. She could not quite make herself feel like she was being kind, not yet, but she was confident that she would get there.

"My ring," she said, "Do you want it?"