What more could anyone expect her to say? Dohalim himself seems only slightly baffled by the fact that he must repeat himself— he had been clear enough, had he not?

“I would like for you to be my wife,” he says somewhat more succinctly, his head tipping slightly. He’s aware that these sorts of things are generally done with a great deal more fanfare, and perhaps he should have prepared something more poetic, but Kisara has ever been the sort to appreciate when someone is straightforward, or so he has observed.

“If you have had other offers, I would hardly be surprised— but I hope you will give mine some consideration.”