[ The yawn that follows again, is wider, she could sleep here - if he just stayed still. That steady beat of his heart that she could hear. Quiet and sure. Easy, easy, easy. ]
I think I will be quite happy, marrying you.
[ An honesty she has no shame in - when she won't be remembering much of this later. ]
[ His hand stills, and the beat of his heart shudders, slowing its pace. A physical manifestation of the very real fear that meets her words. After a moment, though, he returns to stroking her hair. ]
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I think I will be quite happy, marrying you.
[ An honesty she has no shame in - when she won't be remembering much of this later. ]
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I wonder. But I hope so.
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I am sure of it.
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[ Another moment, and then he reaches out to wrap his hands around her upper arms. ]
All right. Up you get.