There were gasps from the folks around him as Casey when down on one knee.  It was almost a given that some of the people standing around watching them knew who the pair was.   A few of them had brought out cellphones or orbs to record what was happening before their eyes.  Eve half-wondered if they expected a right or battle of a sort, but Casey's actions made it clear to those around them that something completely different was about to transpire.<br/><br/>A soft smile hit her lips and she shook her head as he apologized.  The ring did not really matter to her, it was just a symbol.  An old tradition that meant little in the scheme of things.  She nodded her head enthusiastically, swept up in the moment, even if they had manufactured it.  She pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on to her finger, surprised at how well it fit.  Her eyes looked at it for a moment as a sense of gratitude filled her chest.  This was more than just a PR spectacle, as far as she could tell.  Oaths were a heavy thing among wizards and those who broke them often found themselves outcast or exiled by the general population.<br/><br/>Eve pulled him up to his feet and her hands cupped his face.  It all happened before she really knew what she was doing.  Her hands slowly slid to his neck and she held him and leaned in to press her lips against his, as one might do after a proposal.  The smallest bit of electricity seemed to pass between them, but she chalked that up to his abilities, even though deep down she knew that was not the case.  Once she pulled back for air, her words came out softly, like a whisper.<br/><br/>"Yes.  You have my oath as well, Casey Murphy.  We're in this together..."