Eyeing the band with suspicion, Kire stepped towards Envy to take it, avoiding a few children who had decided to take advantage of the moment to try and swipe at the rag. She looked from Ysaryn to Envy, then down at the silver ring, eyes narrowed at it as if it would spit sparks at her. With a huff she slid it onto the ring finger on her left hand, then turned to Ysaryn. “Well?”