Though the answer has not been given to him in simple terms, it is there in the fact that she remains, that she laughs with him, that they have both made it perfectly clear where it is they think they belong. Elde Menancia is his home, but it is not the realm alone that makes it so, nor is it the people of its capital— without Kisara, he has no doubt it would come to feel empty, lacking. She has been such an important part of his life both before and during their journey, he cannot imagine going on without her. Who is he without Kisara to keep him mindful of what it is he dreams, and did he not better himself largely because he was inspired by her?

His expression turns just a touch rueful at her observation, followed by a soft chuckle. He can hardly argue— it might have been just as she’d said.

“I don’t think of myself as the sort to tease about such important matters, but one never knows. I have changed a fair bit over the course of our travels— the mannerisms of others have undoubtedly rubbed off on me.” Hers, as well; her companionship was what he had treasured most during their journey, though each and every member of their company was important to them.

“Am I too bold in assuming that you’ll consider it? Nothing need be rushed, of course; I think we are overdue to spend time together without some of our own self-imposed formalities in the way, but… you do not seem opposed.”