he finds the gem to be quite fragile and would probably break if he squeezed it hard enough. "dignity doesn't mean much when you're dead. i think that's something you'll come to learn eventually if you really are a ruler" i reply evenly as i let him take the ring, setting about making a small camp without a tent. mostly just clearing things off the floor and gathering flammable objects to start a fire. "when you're five it's not really difficult to swallow your pride and kneel but maybe that was just me... of course i was naked at that point so dignity was long gone" i add a bit sadly at the memories, but laughing in the end