[Another little coy look back at the man, before Rue is pausing in their forward momentum, just to drag the bugbear off to the side, beneath the shade of some pearlized building. It is hardly private, but at least they are not blocking the walking path.

Almost immediately, Rue's paw is pressing right to Hob's cheek tenderly, their whole body close enough that the taffy is just making an even bigger, stickier mess than before.]

I can hardly imagine you being outshined by anyone, even yourself. You are, as always, the most eloquent, breathtakingly handsome, unselfish, honorable fey I have ever known. And my Knickolas, I would be so very overjoyed to marry you again.

[And that deserves a kiss, shorter though no less full of passion, before Rue is untangling themself from him and dragging him back on the path, but not before a very casually added in,]

- By the way, I've taken a few children under my wing while you've been gone. I can not wait for you to meet them.