should've asked already

Modesty felt her heart swell as she watched Gil sort through what she said. He really was dumb sometimes, but that was why he had her she supposed, to point out the obvious. She sighed happily and snuggled in a little closer. His question about her mother did draw her brows down a little. “I haven’t seen her for so long… I don’t even know where I would start looking. But I think I caught a hint of Pont on the breeze around Ashen, maybe he’d know?” She hadn’t seen her brother since the beginning of the long night, and a twinge of guilt plucked at her chest but hey, they could have come and found her too. They each had their own path to walk.

“I still think it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. I’m sure they’ll be happy for me no matter what.” Truthfully, she wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t going to put her life on hold just in case. “And of course I’m ready. Who on this whole earth could be better for me than you?”

“Speech.”