He's more than welcome to her hand, and the rest of her. That much she thinks he knows by now, even if he has his moments of doubt-- doubt enough to think she'd take up with the first stranger she met.

"I don't know," she sighs, her fingers skimming up to brush away a strand of his hair, but not straying from his face. "I'm not sure wanting is the right question. Is it that easy-- could we just walk away, get married, get a dog?"

There's a wry note to the question; of course they can't. It wouldn't suit either of them, not after everything they've seen and done together.

"I've gotten everything that matters, and more. Am I being greedy if I say I want to--" Her breath stutters; it feels momentous to say this kind of thing aloud. Impossible. "To be a family?"