It's not often Byleth's stunned into silence, but this is one of them. With the way her mouth parts on a sharp intake, and the way her eyes widen, obvious even in the weaker evening light, there's no way to mistake it for her more common stoic moments. She might not have grown up in what would be considered polite company, but Byleth knows what a ring typically means.

Unbidden, she thinks of her mother's ring, still tucked away in her belongings. If she had a heartbeat, she thinks it would be frantic now, as she closes her hands over Dimitri's hand, ring and all.

"It's beautiful...but it seems like more than just a simple token." It's said without a shred of judgment, a gentle prod to tell her what he really wants from her.