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Kel could not keep up.
He could only blink and look between Silvertongue and Faun for a moment with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. Did... did Silvertongue just propose for them? He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to work like that. But looking at Faun, he knew he couldn't say no — didn't want to, even! Or did he?
It was all too much, and far too fast, and not nearly private enough for his liking. He felt lightheaded. If that's what you want, Faun, He managed, looking and likely sounding a little dazed. But his tone was genuine, and there was a nervous hope in his eyes. Then, yes. He added quickly, before she could think him reluctant. Maybe he was a little reluctant, but at the very least, he knew that he wanted to make Faun happy. In that, he had no hesitation.