Persephone gently took the ring from his hand and put it on the appropriate finger. How sweet that it fit just about perfectly. She smiled at it glistening on her hand, parsing out all the emotions running through her mind, as the aforementioned servant put down the treats and the steaming pot of tea on the table, then politely left the room, probably having overheard Donald's question. Persephone stood, as they were sitting opposite each other at the moment, and extended her hands for Donald to hold when he stood too. "Yes."