Legacies Reborn

She hides a smile, quickly wiping it away.
"I know, but what's stopping you?"

"Well...nothing is. But, would you think nows a good time?"

"...A good time?" She asks. She felt like she wasn't fully understanding him suddenly.

"....A good time to get married." He says softly.

This takes her by surprise. She knew he had mentioned her being his princess, but the idea of marriage still shocked the young trader-pirate.
"I...yes?" she blurts out, snapping her gaze up at him.

"That's a conversation for another time, I suppose, Lucure..."

She shakes her head quickly.
"I'm not rejecting the notion, it's just...you caught me off guard." She replies, looking at his hand that she still holds. She's lead them down a street towards the west.

"Oh, I believe you. I'd love to discuss it more during our travels."

She nods.
"As would I, Cecil. Oh, there's my house." she says, not to change the subject, but to point out a small home off to the side, just barely outside the town's limits.

"Ah, just the perfect size." He comments as they approach.

She steps over, retrieving a key from a breast pocket, and unlocking the door. Stepping inside, she takes a quick look around, and nods simply. It was a very, very simple home, not much to it, but it was clean. That's what mattered most to Lucure.

"I really do like it, Lucure." He compliments, nodding as he examines.

She shrugs a bit.
"It's home." she says simply, and motions to some recliners nearby.
"Feel free to have a seat. Want something to drink? I could make some tea."

"That would be lovely. Thank you." He answers, before taking a seat.

Stepping into her fairly small kitchen, she takes a kettle, and goes outside to fill it, soon returning, and starting a fire on the mantle with a simple Ember, setting up a pot of tea to boil.

Cecil rocks in the recliner, his heavier weight making it creak somewhat.

I bet it's rather comfy too. Before long, Graham crawls into the house, through an open window that Lucure just stepped away from.
"Right on time little guy." she greets her pet, whom lets a tiny squeak out, and skitters under her bed in the bedroom behind them.

Cecil chuckles a bit. "Heh. Such a good pet, huh?"

"He's a sweetheart." she agrees. "Plus, I owe him my life, so there's that..."
She watches the tea pot, waiting patiently.

"Right, so you've told me." He says, motioning for the chair next to him.

She sits down nearby, and leans back in it with a soft groan of relaxation. Her thin tail swishes back and forth, between the cracks of her seat.

As does Cecil's, though his barely fit. "Ah, I do like it here. It may have a lacking in sandstorms, but it makes up for it in beauty..."

"Sandstorms, huh? I could get used to seeing those." She says, thinking about the desert where she raided that cave. Huh...to think that area could be her home...

"Yes...dry arid weather is my favorite." He adds. "I still do enjoy the change in scenery..."

"Well, luckily for you, I have a boat. We can go anywhere in the world when we want." She mentions with a laugh.

"Yes...you know...my journey would be much different if we hadn't met...but...Lucure, you've made this journey as best as it could ever be."