She gives voice to a quiet hum as if recollecting those precise moments herself — and to an extent she is, revisiting them in her mind's eye as his words paint the illustration even more vividly, though with the type of flowery language that indicates a total lack of solemnity by extension. She hasn't made any attempt to suppress her smile now, something broad and overtly fond, as her eyes search his face. "At the time, it did seem as though you were being rather overdramatic," she murmurs, feeling no need to speak any louder than that hush while they're in close proximity. "Or I was simply too stubborn to let you successfully drive me away. I do have a tendency to embrace that from time to time."

Her look grows more conspiratorial, though, a single arch of her eyebrow countering the rise of his. "All the more reason to be... more thorough with them. We wouldn't want to install something that isn't worth the investment in the long run."

She doesn't need the breath, but she draws one in anyway, almost out of habit, though it releases in a sound, an audible sigh, first as his mouth slants over hers and then at the deepening of that kiss, the slow inquiry and response of tongues, each of them refamiliarizing themselves with the other, until he brings her down against the mattress and she stretches out alongside him, fingertips resting lightly against his chest where his robe drapes over his frame.

"It may still be foolish to use it, with the knowledge that nothing is indefinite, even us." Even if she longs to continue in some form of perpetuity, her face turning serious for a brief moment. "But it's an 'always' that is in as much of my power to give as anything else can be, for all that my words are worth. Hopefully more than regrets."