Ezra shook his head "No big deal, I'm just easily on guard, that's all." He watched the weasel? yeah lets go with that, scurry back off into the bag and he sighed "it's okay, I get that a lot from small animals."
He looked up from his ring and into the eyes of Kayle when he questions about it. He hadn't even realized he was messing with it. Bad habits are hard to lose. Ezra dropped his hands into his lap and took a deep breath before answering the question in a tone much softer than he had been using before hand "It's a family ring, it was my fathers."
He mentally kicked himself for the change in tone but didn't let it show on his face as he let some of his stony facade slide back into place. He hated the memories the ring brought him but he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. It want his fathers fault what happened.