While it hadn't completely come without hesitation it had come without much thought. And now that it was out. Now that she'd said the words. They just felt right. If he were to go, like so many before him, she would feel like something were cut out of her, something vital. Something she needed to live as much as she needed food, or air.
Feyre chuckled softly when he scooped her up. "Put me down or I'll take it back." She teased, of course she would do no such thing. It was out of her. And it had been like a caged bird. There were no capturing those words again.