It's all in a pile on the floor, and she's wearing what could only be described as a puritanical nightgown, and she just nods, sitting on the edge of the bed. When her nerves end up connected right, each time there's the intense feeling of pins and needles crawling under her skin, but she exhales slowly, and looks up at him. "How long's it been?" It's a soft question, but it's still guarded, still almost cagey as she looks down at her fingers and realises that the ring's gone. Of course it's gone, he'd not keep it on her, would he? Not if she was dead and it made her crazy - but they weren't talking about that right now.