It was almost too much for Leiland to fully process, the fact that Percival seemed so determined to be supportive and caring and sincere, when he'd never had anyone bother to have anyone give him that much consideration in his whole life. He wished that his mind had any words other than the self-deprecating ones that kept surfacing in the back of his mind, telling him that he was absolutely not worth this sort of consideration, that he was expendable and easily replaceable, and that someone putting this much value onto him was them just fooling themselves.
The consternation was probably very clear on his face, even as he didn't voice any of the thoughts, just kept peering at the ring and quietly contemplating just how much weight was in this gift. Shifting himself around and pulling himself up next to Percival, Leiland curled himself in next to the other man's side, laying his hand briefly on Percival's chest, itching close to cover his heart.
"It takes quite a bit to put me in danger," Leiland said, offering Percival a sheepish smile before clearing his throat. "And besides. As long as you live, so shall I. That is the essence of a pactwraith. So if you want to keep me safe... Perhaps you should worry about any dangers you might be in," He said, leaning his head lightly against Percival's shoulder. "I would rather like you to stay in one piece."