Melora gave him a small smile. That seemed to have calmed her down a bit. It sounded better, anyway. "Something like that," she said with a little nod.
Melora glanced down at the grass, searching for words. "I just want it to be perfect.. Even if it probably won't. Even if it'll be awkward, or messy, or I accidentally elbow you, or you accidentally pull my hair, or I have onion breath or.. whatever. It'll be okay, because I'll be with you." She looked back up at him, her vulnerability written across her face. She was basically baring her soul to him, trusting he could handle it.