[PM has dealt with her own trouble by accepting it so casually that it surprises her when others are shocked by it. Alas, such is the life of the Prospitian Monarch.]
[She leans into his touch slightly.] I will. I promise. [She leans down to kiss him, gently and briefly.]
And I want you to promise to only wear the ring if something happens to me. He will definitely come for you two if I can no longer fight, for whatever reason. Send AR somewhere safe--the ring will show you where he can go. Then hold off the Slayer until someone can help.