[ The sound of her proper name - no titles or tribal traditions attached - makes a warm smile spread on her face. Her heart all but flutters as her fingers curl around his hand. A gentle laugh comes at his question. ]

Aymeric, you've no need to give me gifts. You've given my sister and I a home in your city. You've asked me to join your family. All that I would ever dream to ask from you would be your time and affection.

[ She laughs again -- this time at herself -- before reaching up and trying to brush away the remainder of her tears. Then, in one graceful and gentle motion, she leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. ]

If you have need to hear the word, then, yes.