"Oh good. Not that I have a tail. But, you know, maybe something of that import will come up, and -"

"M'not gonna leave. This is the point of talking to you for six months, right, if I didn't ask about something important to me then that's on me now. - honestly mostly I am just thinking about the fact that there are still no signs that marrying you somehow replaced you with some kind of horrible abusive serial killer polymorphed to look like you - not that I actually thought this would happen, but - "

"Just me."

Mmm kissing's good.

Maybe they can just do that for a bit.

"Love you so much. More than this morning. Wouldn't have guessed that was possible."

"Gosh. That's a lot. M'so glad I met you. M'so so glad you're - gonna stay - "

"Nothing in the world that could drag me away."

Eee. 

She's... not incredibly sure how this is all supposed to work or what order you're supposed to do things in. Like, she's read poetry, and overheard gossip, and stuff, but poetry and gossip are probably not a perfect guide to how things work in actual practice. 

She's gonna kiss his neck. This seems like a thing she is probably allowed to do now.

Yes. She is allowed to do that. But he can do it back - that's the rules.

These seem like good rules.

"Mmm. Dunno exactly when in this process we're supposed to head for the bed - "

"Bed? Is that how they do things in Cheliax?"

"Pff. What's your plan?"

"Wasn't really thinking ahead. Gets overwhelming to think ahead. That's - all our lives, ahead -"

"Mhmm.

" - weirdly reassuring, in that - can't fail at living up to the plan, if we don't have one."

"Yeah."

He picks her up. " - do like the bed idea, though."

She giggles and clings to him and then goes back to kissing him.

That sounds great! They could do it with less clothes, even.

They could! She likes this idea. She's gonna work on undressing him. She is not yet, like, super an expert on undressing people and kissing them at the same time, but she can get the job done eventually. 

(He's very pretty. So pretty. She thinks she's probably objectively much less pretty but hopefully he doesn't mind this too much.)

"You doing okay?"

"So far. Yeah. More than okay."

"Good."

Eee.

"Love you so much."

"m so happy you married me. Was all I wanted for such a long time."

"'m so glad you wanted me. Never been this - happy, but happy's not really the thing I mean. This - close to believing that everything won't just fly away the first time I let go of it - not that I think I'll get around to testing that any time soon - "

"Want you."