Arren laughed softly, a little nervous, before closing her eyes for a brief kiss. Then, breaking away, "Alright, alright, enough of that. Never get too romantic with members of your adventuring party," she says, as if quoting some set of rules. "We should go back and spread the good news, I think! And a keg of Weatherbie ale ought to help us celebrate properly!"<br/><br/>She looked to Myar. "Heh, I thought you were a great help, Myar. I'd be mince-meat if it weren't for that basket thing you did."