[ The embrace is easy enough to her; she hugs her friends, all of them, new and old, and showing her gratitude with a tightening of her arms and a bright smile is as natural to her as breathing is. It reminds her of being at home, of throwing her arms around Harry and squeezing him so tight that he almost toppled over from it, doing the same to Ron when she had the chance without the heat of embarrassment.

Still, she leans back and lets her smile soften, her eyes exploring his face a moment before her name catches her attention. She had been drifting to look at the ring again, to feel the twitch of it's power and the way it seemed to call for her, like it really was a physical expression of what their friendship was. She's about to go for it again, to lift it up and place it on her finger, but she knows that something is happening.

The tension between them seems to explode and she swallows, her gaze flicking up to him. ]

Gilga...

[ Oh. His breath is warm on her ear and there's a strange chill that runs down her, something intense and unfamiliar. She swallows, her eyes feeling trapped on his face as her arms slide down, resting on his shoulder before she stumbles back. It sounds as intense as it feels and she has to blink a few times - because she doesn't understand. ]

I mean, um, Gilgamesh. I don't - I don't really understand what you're asking. You know you're my friend and I'll help you as much as I can. You don't have to pledge yourself to me at all to accomplish that, really. Just being here is more than enough.

[ All of it comes out in a rush of nervous, tumbling words. That's what he meant, right? It seems impossible that he means - well, the rest. ]