Skellig returns the hug, wrapping her snugly in his arms - and even with his wings 'hidden', they are still there, secure and strong around her body. His armband, the one she gave to him, is pressed against her bicep, warmed by their skin.

"Perhaps we will have to consider this our honeymoon," he muses, lips pressing against hers lightly. "If you would give me the honor of being my wife...I am certain in this city, we could find a priest."

Make it official.

He kisses her deeply.