She looked up, and saw another one from the group standing nearby, asking her if she was okay. She brushed the grass blades off of her shirt and cloak and said, "I'm alright," and noticed that he picked up her ring. "Yeah, that's mine." She picked the ring out of his fingers and slid it back on her left ring finger. The wind had stopped again, but still a faint breeze remained. "Thanks for that," she replied, in a mildly awkward fashion. She dusted the remaining blades off of the back of her cloak.