[Shaw exhales, more relieved than she'd thought she would be. It's not that she'd actually expected Root to say no, but all the same, she hadn't quite realized how much she'd wanted her to say yes. A lot of the trappings of weddings are things she has no interest in, and a lot of the practical benefits for marriage don't really apply here - but still, there's something to be said for looking at another person and saying I pick you. Let's make an official pact to stick together. She is, at heart, still a military woman. She understands the value of ceremony, tradition, and formality.]
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Then I'm lucky.
[She bumps her forehead lightly into Root's.]