He'd spotted the ring, glinting in the distance, and the decision had been made instantaneously. He would take it back. She clearly hadn’t been wearing it, and he felt a rush of foolishness flood over him just seeing it there. He'd pocketed it, and then noticed his other gifts, turning BEET red upon remembering the poetry. Snatching that up for good measure, he'd gathered his clothes and dressed in her common room before bolting back to the dungeons.