[ Aymeric has seen some wondrous things in his time, even in the midst of the war that had gripped Ishgard for so long, but as he watches Alkaid perform this particular bit of magic, he cannot help but look on with an almost child-like sense of wonder. But more than that, a strong tidal wave of love washes over him, and despite his previous intention to hold off on what he meant to do until they were alone, he feels as though he can wait no longer. ]

Yes, it is, and that means that I can finally do something I have wanted to do for quite some time now.

[ But he pauses, because he has to do this right. ]

Might I ask you a personal question? [ He recalls the time he asked her a similar question, but his nerves are far too great for him to dwell too long on that recollection. ]