"Is that what ye want?" she asked softly, hardly daring to breathe. It wasn't a proposal, she knew, but she would have liked it if it was. When he started talking about needing a bigger house, she pressed her palm gently to his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Lorn, ye do not have ta have the big house ta marry me, I meant. We could move into a bigger one in time if ye wish, but as far as I am concerned, home is where the heart is. We could have no home at all and I'd still feel the same way."

She wanted to hug him, but she hesitated, not wanting to be seen and then called a Jezabel again. She dropped her hand and looked away, "I just..." She hummed for a moment and then sighed. "I have not been so lonely since I've met ye and my heart had had a chance ta mend some. I won't be healed all the way for some time yet, but me heart has mended enough to make way fer ye. Ye make me feel alive again, Lorn."