"First to prove you wrong about me, and then, just," Aerith shrugs, her smile growing shy. "You're captivating."

She can tell the magic helps, and that puts her more at ease. As happy as he's made her, the fact that he's been held prisoner for a week isn't far from her thoughts. She's got a duty to him as the ship's healer, and now, as his future wife.

"Wait," Aerith pulls her hand away and takes one of his. "First, I need to," she guides his hand to rest on his thigh, looking over the rings on his fingers before slipping one off to put on her ring finger.

With a satisfied nod she lets his hand go before sinking into the water to gently settle against his chest. "I needed a ring."