I will make a pile for you to choose from. [viktor answers. frankly pal could go out and find the ugliest ring imaginable and he wouldn't care, probably just delight in getting to mock him for it while wearing it anyway.

then again a good part of the reason he wanted to make the ring is not trusting the trench at all. gods know how many cursed rings are probably out there, waiting to give someone a hard time.]

I suppose I have not. [he turns to face him, placing the glass down.] It still happens, more than I would like. You are very brave, yes? You show how much you care. It worries me, and inspires. [and pal gets a kiss again, the alcohol taste mostly washed away now.]