[ If she could throw down anything that might bar their way of simply being together? She knows that she would. If she could throw down the mantle of a Warrior of Light to simply be his wife and await him when he is return from his hours at the House of Lords? Oh, she most certainly would.

Maybe someday--when the war with the Empire is concluded.

A blush takes to her face at his words and she looks bashfully down at the floor between them. Her tail sways once more as she fights off the rather girlish reaction she feels she has. Of course he would wear it! It was a gift after all. Still, she cannot help but feel a certain sense of joy that he does wear it. ]

The protection spell on it is woven of my own aether... [ Implying that she most certainly hopes he may sense her particular magick upon it. The blush on her face increases and she squeezes his hands. There will be no fading of the protective spell as she intends to recast it if ever needed.

Alkaid finally looks back up at him with that bashful smile still on her face. ] Is this dressed down far enough, or should I remove a few more pieces?

[ Her question is nothing more than a way for her to test how... proper he wishes them to be. In her mind, she would have no issue in removing her slip and his under-shirt. After all, she does have her undergarments on underneath her remaining article of clothing. However, she still thinks it is best to let him set the rules and the pace. ]