With his hands now free, Marken wrapped his arms fully around her, pulling her tightly to him. Her reaction was perfect, in his opinion. He had no clue about the inner war she was waging with herself, that she was trying to work up the courage to kill him. Rather, he assumed the tears were for something different, but in the end, they all meant the same to him. He was almost protective in how he clutched Ella, not wanting her to go anywhere else.

"I had it made just for you. It's too good for anyone BUT you. You gave me your fathers amulet, a gift to the one who would be your husband. This is my gift to you, since you're going to be my wife." He closed his eyes and was content to simply hold her for a minute longer, before letting go, backing away.

"Could you put it on? I'm eager to see how it looks on you." He sounded excited, and his face held a small smile, full of warmth. He'd found a way to give her something back for the wondrous gift she'd given him, and that was perfect to the man.