Tzirret smiled. "This one would like that."

Tzirret leaned in for another quick kiss, which turned into another long kiss before Tzirret's stomach audibly grumbled again. After a short laugh, the two left the room behind, hand in hand. The rest of their time together would be bittersweet, but Tzirret had nowhere in the world that he would rather be.

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If he were honest with himself, Fendros didn't know how Ahnasha would receive the proposal. He thought he should have expected the confusion that she displayed.

In response, Fendros itched at the back of his head. "Well, I don't know for sure. Beforehand, I think there were just too many questions." Fendros gestured this way and that. "Under which tradition would there be a ceremony? Would it even be needed? Would it be inappropriate in the middle of a war?" Fendros tightened the corner of his mouth for a moment. "I think...I have been thinking more about my ancestors since spoke with Irenya. I'm not exactly the most devout, but it's still..." Fendros was lost for words before he tapped his chest. "It's still a part of me. I know that my ancestors probably don't approve of me marrying a Khajiit, but they'd be none-too-fond of me being a werewolf, either, so it's not about that. I think I just wanted to use this to be sure of everything, rather than have that unresolved part tug at me so." Fendros managed another smile. "Also, I'd like to have some kind of official day for it. Some kind of celebration. It doesn't have to be a big ceremony, but..."

Fendros trailed off and bowed his head forward in a laugh. "I sound like a superficial s'wit, don't I?"