[ The answer is a minor surprise to him, as he had thought she would wish to retire to Ishgard as her sister had. The pair seem to be enamored with the city, regardless of attachments to a certain Lord Speaker. Perhaps he merely assumed the same of K'thisru given how highly and lovingly the memories of the sisters had been in the old books of Ishgard. Words that he can still recall freshly and to their exact phrasing, despite that he had read them more than one hundred years ago.

G'raha moves to speak but finds himself falling silent once more as the words settle in his mind. With me? Traveling with a person is very different from cohabitation with them. Has he not caused enough damage to her, her sister, and the Scions? Even if they welcome him with open arms, he finds himself stumbling in his own mind at the prospect that K'thisru would wish him to be more than a traveling companion one might share feelings for.

He reaches out for her with the hand that was once made of crystal. There is moments when a phantom pain lingers in his mind of the sensation of crystal, but he would not wish to bother her with it. Not as she had seen him turn entirely into it before her.

G'raha takes the small step to close the space between them. Then, he is certain to chose his words carefully. They are in the market place of Mor Dhona still, and there is no doubt gossip will already begin. His hand rests gently on her cheek. ]

Even with a man as old as myself? I am certain you could find a far better match than someone who looks young, but remains old at heart.