And oh, but at the sight of the ring Susan beams, and raises her own hand to brush the golden fall of hair back over her shoulder -- and light glints from her own ring.

(Was it there before, these last days? Who can say?)

Her smile is warm and sweet -- and knowing, oh aye.

"The two things together are very well indeed, say true." A beat, and her smile gentles. "I'm well, Lu."