Haruto blinks down at Nitoh's outstretched hand. They'd been here for days! He thinks. "Days kinda start blurring together," he says, with a laugh. Then he shifts on his hip to dig in his pocket. (He's been keeping a minimum of rings in his pockets, running around the island, but that one is always on him, just in case.)

Instead of dropping it in Nitoh's palm to put on himself, the way he usually does, he grabs Nitoh's hand and turns it roughly over, grip firm. He never gets to put a ring on Nitoh, but this time--

"Cool it, Chimaera," he says, twisting to peer at Nitoh's stomach, and lifts the ring to slide it on Nitoh's finger. "I'm on my way."