Oh no, heartfelt words directed at her about her! A part of her wants to shy away even as her heart swells with emotion. No matter how often he compliments her, it still manages to leave her pleasantly flustered, her cheeks flushed. For all that she might doubt herself, she never doubts him. She smiles brightly, eyes gleaming.

"I love you," she says, the words serving as much of a statement of fact as they do an explanation and an expression of gratitude. She's never been as skilled with words as Mayerling. She can hold her own in an argument, and her ability to bitch just has to be Top 5 in Folkmore, but she's never been smooth or poetic. "You make me happy, Johan Mayerling, and for that, I would give you the world."

This world or any other, it doesn't matter. She loves him. He deserves everything that could grant him even a moment of joy.