Solemnity of the occasion or not, purity of her joy notwithstanding, Sarah couldn't go without reacting to those words with a momentary flash of wickedness in her eyes and a turn to her grin that was suddenly very telling.
"So many things, most of them not here, so first," she said, then reigned in the look and grin to focus on her intention. "This. You made me my bracelet," she lifted her arm briefly where, among her wedding jewelry that was far flashier and grander, that simple band of formed metal, once a chain link in Angel's Landing, rested as it did day in and day out since he had given it to her, "so I thought it was time I made you something."
With a twist of her wrist – though at this point, some of that was somewhat more for show than a necessary movement to call what she wanted to her, especially as this item had not been far at all – a ring appeared on her flattened palm, held between them within easy sight. There was no ring box for it, just the ring itself, a signet ring with the signet facing bearing the symbol of Sarah's sovereignty. Like the pendant she wore, the metals were hard to pinpoint as to what they were, primarily a silver-coloured precious metal unique to the Underground with accents of gold-colored precious metal of the same origin and uniqueness, but the same not-of-this-world air that her pendant had was there for the ring due to the magic that hummed through it.
It had been one of her most challenging projects to date, as not only the ability to use her magic was necessary, but the precision to wield it as well, to manipulate something that, while clearly masculine, had many small details and fought to appease the perfectionist tendencies of a bride-to-be. The hardest work of all, the part she wasn't entirely certain about, wasn't even visible in the traditional sense, which was why she let the ring stand as its primary symbol for the moment before revealing the rest.
"It's the Queen's privileged to formally title her husband Prince Consort of the realm if she so chooses," she explained, almost seriously, as if explaining monarchy history to a student, and then she smiled, warm and effortless and wholly for him, "and I do."