Throw me in the water

Corvus wanted this simple life with her, the one they had begun to carve out together, slowly but surely. This was precisely why he'd retracted after his conversation - and subsequent confrontation - with Ignis. That had all been... too much for him. And though he hadn't lied about his feelings, it was easier to push them aside in the light of Ignis's inner turmoil. He didn't want a life like that. He'd dealt with enough thus far, from the countless deaths and disappearances Abaven had faced, to the volcano's explosion and the pain it had caused them all. All he wanted now was peace, to help Abaven continue to flourish and to ensure his family and all generations to come.

It was immediately obvious that she loved it, which pleased him beyond belief. The slight chance that she might reject him weighed heavily on him and he felt all that weight shift off his shoulders all at once, his expression brightening drastically. "Good. It'd be a shame for all this to go to waste," he teased with a chuckle as he leaned into her, basking in her warmth. This was it, he decided. This was what being truly, deeply happy felt like. Corvus decided he'd let himself bask in it for the time being and let all his other thoughts float away. "I love you more, Twig. More than I thought I could ever love anyone."