Leena looked up at Nyarien and was blushing hard.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"well, wedding rings, a ceremony, friends at the ceremony, an appropriate person to officiate the ceremony... oh, and the collective group of Leena's older sisters would have to give you a sufficient dowry for taking in such a raging heathen."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"would you stop!?"</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"nope, this is what you get for disappearing from my life without so much as waving."</span>Leena whined but nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000">"fair point..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"was she aware of any of that?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>