Talia takes a small step back by reflex when Sya springs off the ground and enfolds her into a hug. A hitch in breath happens when he lightly kisses her. It takes a fragment of a second to realize he is attempting a romantic gesture. She lightly kisses him back. His own personal ring sits above the ring that   binds them together. The nearby fairies join the water, zipping around leaving colored streams of light in the air. She blushes when they break apart. She interlaces his hand with hers a little bit more tighter. He blush deepends a little more. Even though she is eighty five years old, quite and accomplishment among humans, she is still young by her people's standards. Elves can live up to be up to a thousand years old. She has never laid with a man. "I will be a good wife to you," she says softly, trying to ease his nervousness.