[ Despite the exhaustion written all over her body, Alkaid's grip on his hands tightens immediately. She raises her eyes to his once more with a set expression on her face. Ears tuck against her head and the rather messy tail curls beside her legs. ]

Aymeric, please. You already are the best man for me; the only one in fact. [ Water gathers in her eyes at the idea that he feels he has so utterly failed her when it is the farthest from the truth. ] We all might wish for lives we want but we must deal with the lives we are given. You've no reason to keep listening to my continue bemoaning of how unfair it might be... but you are in no way obligated to try to change yourself.

[ She gently pushes herself to sit up on her knees beside him with the intention of being at eye level. Her side protests at the movement, but this is far more important. Her hands leave his only to take his face in her hands to make certain she has his full attention. ]

I love you. [ A strain is felt in her side as she leans forward to gently kiss him. ] Please, please, do not feel as if you must change to meet some ideal you think I have of you. I simply need you as you.

[ As for his other question? A deep sigh leaves her. ] No... it is not the sort of wedding I would wish to have. But, could we have any other sort?