"Am I sure I want to marry you?" he asks, unable to keep a laugh from bubbling into the words. It's pure joy, the same kind of manic-ish sensation that comes over him when he solves some stubborn little problem with his weaponry. Tinkering until he gets something right - and in this case, right means Vex'ahlia at his side for the rest of their lives - has always served him well. And how beautiful she looks right now, soft-eyed and blushing, with no need to say sure, let's do it when it's written all over her face. "I can't think of anything I want more than to be your husband."

In his haste to embrace her, he drops his cane - but they're standing still, and he'd like to think he's mastered that, at least. Percy kisses her like nothing else in the world matters, because right now, it doesn't.