Gunter: I told those boys to hurry up.
Ingrid: Sweetheart...
Wilhelm Grimm: Oh... I hate this part.
Ingrid: Let her have the medicine.
Gunter: But honey...
Ingrid: It is my wish.
Gunter: It will be done.
[Ingrid lets go of his hand and struggles to remove a ring from her finger. With a shaky hand, she sets it in her husband's palm and closes it]
Ingrid: Give this to her, so she'll always remember me.
Wilhelm Grimm: Oh, poor woman...
Jacob Grimm: It will be alright Will.
[Gunter walks over to the door and relays his wife's instructions. As the doctor administers the medicine, Gunter sets the ring on the window sill, where it shines with a heavenly glow. His face drops into his hands as he releases some strangled sobs. Shaking, he resurfaces, his face burning red with anger]
Gunter: I wish that those boys would turn into ravens.
