"Can you repair it?" the young man asked Cote, despair evident in his voice.
"I can repair the ring but I can't return its magic," Cote replied as he held the ring up to the light. It had obviously once been quite the powerful object, but that had faded and the stone had come loose.
Or perhaps the stone had come loose when the last of the magic had been desperately used...
A lesser power and Cote might've been able to do something...
"That's fine," the young man said quietly. "I just need it together.
"The funeral is in three days."