[He fishes the small box out of his pocket. It's little, and unlike his other gifts, actually wrapped nicely - it has a bow around the brown paper. He does hesitate before handing it to her.

While she's opening it, he straightens and approaches her, then takes her left hand in his once she reveals the small jewelry box within. It can be opened one-handed. He moves to kneel, as is traditional in these times - the box contains a slim golden band, etched in careful elvish with a simple phrase: "Always yours, and you always mine."]

I figured I've done this before for you - can't do much worse this time, but... I'm rambling. Vex. I know you know me as your spouse, formally, and I might catch up here and see you the same way, but I'd like to make it official in the traditions held here as well.

Vex, will you marry me?