Sarah was still too busy trying to process the wonder of those three words - Marry me, Sarah - to wonder about how they had suddenly switched places, thus her expression of complete and utter shock had everything to do with that question and not the repositioning. She'd just finished informing him that she was going to live an indeterminate amount of time, indeterminate in end length but definitely more than many lifetimes, and he was proposing.
"Oh my God."
With a ring, no less, a ring she didn't imagine he'd just called in from the closest jewelry store, as - oh dear god - it could not be more perfect. Had he planned this? How long had he planned this? Why the hell was she asking these questions now when he was waiting for her answer?
"Yes!" She caught his face again, this time with trembling hands, kissing him with unrestrained passion and a continued litany of 'yes, yesyesyes' in the pauses normally reserved for air. In no other way, at no other time, could his proposal have been more perfect or meant more to her.
Before long, she was laughing and crying at the same time, for once in her life not caring she was crying because these tears were simply just that happy.