Phos frowned, watching the faces where there had been so much joy. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I just don't want you two to get married too quickly for the wrong reason."
"Oh, it's alright," Francis said, though there was hint of regret that only Poppy would notice in his tone. "You were just looking out for us."
"Okay. See you soon," he said with a small wave, before turning to Poppy with a strange expression. "... So. I guess I was wrong."
Poppy watched Phos go with a thoughtful, somber expression, and at Francis' words, she turned to face him. "How do you mean?" she asked.
He hesitated. "Well, I thought I asked for both reasons, but I feel like now I was just wrong, and I'm not sure if I regret my actions, because I feel pretty stupid."
She took his hand and kissed the back of it. "We can wait," she said quietly. "I'd wait forever for you."
(Aw) He blushed slightly, but smiled, his eyes watching her adoringly. "Good. That's good. I would do the same for you."
She laughed, her dimples exposing themselves. "I've never been so flattered that somebody wants to wait to get married to me."
He chuckled. "Is that so? Well, Phos was telling the truth. I suppose it's better to get married only once the time is right."
"Who would have thought that you shouldn't get married because you fear death?" she said sarcastically.
"Of course affection was involved, but now I'm just a bit unsure," he said, looking at the sheets. "I'm worried the time isn't right."
