[WV yelps and struggles underneath her, trying to compensate for his comparatively much wimpier physical condition by WIGGLING LIKE HELL]
No! I won't let—oof—you put it on, either! You are not well! I will not let you get hurt!
[he's holding the ring clasped so tightly in his paws, against his chest, that part of him fears he might dent the carapace of his palms. He tries to curl up into a ball against the mattress so that he'll be able to quickly unclasp his hands long enough to get a finger through the ring...]