Rose still didn't know what to say. She looked from Andrew to the ring and back up. She reached out and touched his hand briefly, holding the box carefully in the other, before holding the box in both hands again, as if she was afraid that something might happen to it if she didn't hold it well enough.

"I don't know what to say..." she barely more than whispered. She wasn't used to being shown, and even less hearing in words, such affection and care. She looked back at the ring to avoid meeting his eye, for she was overwhelmed "Do I like it? It's the most precious thing I've ever held..."

Then a disturbing thought crossed her mind and she looked up. "Ye know I don't marry ye for yer money, right?" Although she would probably not have said yes if he was destitute. It was still a sensible match. "I grew up with nowt, and we've always been thankful when we had food to fill our bellies and a fire in the fireplace. I've never dreamed to ask for more than a husband that would work hard and stay off the drink. I know ye will be more than I could ask for, and I can only pray I can make the home ye deserve..."