Neville grinned at Faelan and Harry both. "Well, technically we've been engaged since before my memories were taken away, but well, it wasn't the happiest of proposals. I just finally got around to getting the ring. But you're right, feels more legitimate now Luna's got the ring."
Gawain was squirming in his arms and Neville looked down to see what his son was up to. He blinked in disbelief, because Gawain had managed to pull a large stretch of his blanket free and was leaning as far forward as he could, seemingly offering it Leila.
"Er, Sprog, you sure you want somebody else touching your blanket?" he asked in confusion, though he didn't interfere, hoping that Gawain might finally have decided he didn't need it all the time.