"I want to. I don't have a last name, never have. I've heard people call it a family name, and you're my family." It was simple to her. He and her friends were her family, and she'd have something to represent that. Her fingers squeezed his, and she out and out gasped as they walked through the castle. She didn't want to say anything, lest she interrupt the moment, but she moved closer to him so he could put his arm around her. It so suited the boys she considered her friends, that she couldn't help but beam at the furnishings.
And oddly enough? She felt at home, at ease.
When he showed her to the table, she sat down, reaching out for his hand once he was seated and ran her fingernails over the veins that peeked through his tanned skin. "This - thank you. You could not have done this more perfectly." The proposal, everything was so much more romantic because it wasn't a cheesily forced proposal. It was genuine, it showed emotions that he normally didn't show to anyone. One day, she'd find a way to show him Spira.