'Eh, what?' My eyes were going in random directions, trying to process the accusations I was being framed with, before finally fixing on a single one as Prista's words slowly sank in my mind.
Ghost. Exorcism. Ghost. Exorcism.
'Ah, fuck.' The moment it dawned on me that I had indeed messed up, I turned my gaze back towards Olea, who was looking at me with a judging expression. I stretched my hand to grab the ring from her before, with my right hand, I took the other one holding the ring and slowly guided it towards her ring finger.
While doing so, I could feel her eyes glaring into my soul, as if trying to understand my intention. But what could I do? This was a cover-up action; I needed to avoid looking stupid here.