Moonsong Glacier the place I want to be is somewhere in your heart

Ah. Whatever she had been expecting, it had not been a proposal of marriage.

When the penny dropped, Ulloriaq found her gaze glued to the ground in shame, cheeks burning. Suddenly, the pebbles beneath her seems far more interesting than whatever situation this reunion has turned into.

"I have never given marriage much thought, Dutch. I have seen what love can do to people - it is ugly and cruel. And still you ask this of me?" Feeling blindsided, she refused to meet his gaze until an apology followed soon after.  "Forgive me, also, but you do not know me and nor I, you." Her voice held no malice, and as he stuttered and softened, she could not help but tighten her grip on him in some form of comforting gesture.

"I would like that to change, though." If it would please her to be courted by him; she could not say yet, though the spark she had let smoulder reignited at the thought.