Snuggle. Was that a disappointed sigh? Did she do something wrong?

You are perfect and delightful. I thought I might have trouble explaining this. - it's just a thing the modern world does differently - but it won't upset me as long as you're happy.

She is very happy and hopes she understands whatever the thing is eventually!

Wouldn't that be something.

I want to listen to you thinking about marriage and what excites you about it.

Oooh.

Well, as the baby evidences she is not a confused virgin which is sort of a pity but means she can imagine without any anatomical bewilderment all kinds of things. There are no medieval torture devices, just casual forceful handling as an incidental because that's hot, and being told what to do because that is the right and proper shape of the universe is her being told what to do.

...when she eventually drags her mind out of the gutter: security and affection and babies (?) and being hand-fed and petted (brief detour to gutter) and a wedding and - huh she does not know his name.

"Macalaurë. Canafinwë Macalaurë."

Giggle. "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. I apologize for not finding you two hundred twenty years sooner."

"Well, I don't see how you could've."

"I was around then! My people live forever. But resurrection had not yet been invented and I did not know to look for you in particular."

"Oh wow, how old are you?" She'd been figuring he was a psion all this time. Maybe he is from somewhere with a mage who does that.

"Two thousand, five hundred, and a bit. I'm called an Elf, we're from another world."

"Wow!"

Kiss. "You're going to be immortal too."

"And Catherine?"

"And Catherine, and all her little sisters and brothers."

...awwwwwwww.

She is a very happy Rebecca snuggled up to him contemplating magic music and immortality and babies and a wedding.

"Thought about scheduling the wedding for today but I didn't want to be in a position of rushing you into it..."

Aw that's sweet. "I don't even have a dress yet!"

"I have dozens approved by other Rebeccas! You can pick your favorite."

Giggle. "Okay! How many Rebeccas are there?"

"There are now five living Rebeccas and a couple more still dead while their castles and so on get designed."

"Do I get to live in a castle?"