"I figured it matters," she said quietly. "It's his ring. It made him crazy." She's gripping the glass a little too tightly, because Alaric scares her, because she doesn't know if she'll ever forget it and what he did, and she doesn't want to talk about it. "And the stake thing, he's got this huge metal- I don't know." She shrugs, and maybe she turned her face toward his hand when he moves her hair. "But- but it's okay now, so-" So they could talk about other things, because she need way more to drink before she talks about any of it, about anything bad, because she doesn't want to spoil this.

"Tell me something about you. Anything, it doesn't matter what." Her eyes find his, and she's okay with talking instead of him kissing her again. Maybe this was what friends did, even if he didn't admit it.