Jason tries not to fall over, still smiling. "I missed you, Rose...."
Draggy places the knife to her hand, slowly cutting into it. The blood drips down into the mold of a ring. Once it's full, he removes the knife, and bandages the wound.
Draggy smiles at her. "I'm doing well. There's just a few things that must be done before the wedding. Jason made his ring for you, but there must be a second. One made from your own blood."