She releases a slow breath, watching him for another silent moment. She could understand, even if not fully, why something like that would be difficult. Wanting to be able to do things that people - herself included - take for granted every day, but being scared of getting used to it only for it to be fleeting. And her heart goes out to him, because it isn't fair that he has to make a choice like this.

And is it fair of her to ask him to wear it? To give him that bit of hope, when they both know it can't always last. In all honesty, she isn't sure. But she thinks, if she was in the same position, she'd still want to know...want to have a chance to experience what she'd always been missing, even if she couldn't always have it.

To take it however she can, for as long as she can.

So carefully she plucks the ring from its confines, holding it up to him. "You know..." she says with a small smile, "since we missed the reception...we never got to have our first dance."