"I'm not a blacksmith, you know, I didn't make the iron part," she grumbled. "You can probably tell it won't go over my arms, right? So it has to go off my legs."

"Normally I put it on while sitting in a chair, so I don't have to put pressure on my feet... I guess if you don't want to get that close, you can just pull me up like that, and... wait, no, that's not going to work." Throwing away that scenario (she had imagined being able to just kick it off if he helped her to a sitting position, but the ring was rather firmly stuck to her waist), Sieglinde rolled onto her stomach, supporting her weight with her arms. "Just get it off already! You don't have to worry about hurting me if you just pull it off really hard, if that's what you're worried about. It'll only hurt if it hits my toes."