Cerdian says nothing for a long time, inhaling the scent of the salt and water, the scents of home. He would have to speak to mother and J'anna as well. He would not be able to see Lian before the end, so he would have to entrust people to take care of her.
For now, he focused upon Iris.
"Do you remember how you planned our wedding when we were little? Never once did you question that it would happen. It was never a matter if for you, but when." he chuckled, remembering the napkins she'd asked his mother for.
"Any man would be lucky to be chosen by you, Iris. I will always be grateful you chose me." Cerdian smiles.
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