[There's the briefest moments of surprise, his question giving her pause, but her expression quickly softens as those images begin to settle at the forefront of her mind. Distant, fuzzy, uncertain images of a wedding she's dreamt of that have become clearer over time. It's not that she's never thought of it before—she has plenty of times—but the idea of a wedding had only begun to simmer and stir when Tifa had decided that she had loved the man in front of her.

And when she had, it had shifted and grown into something that had a part of both of them in it.

The flush in her cheeks becomes more prominent, the pink turning to a deeper red to match her eyes as she skirts them away.]

Mm. I just... want to marry you.

[It doesn't have to be anything special. They could get married right here, alone together in the forest with not a single soul for miles as the sun rises over them and she would be the happiest girl in Reverein. But she knows that that isn't how it's going to go, and there would be a lot of people here who would want to celebrate with them. Aerith would have a fit if she missed out, and her voice ringing in the back of Tifa's head scolding her has her laughing quietly to herself.]

It can be a small wedding. Maybe... somewhere outside town? In a clearing or a place just like this...

[A place that feels magical, but at the same time... peaceful. Serene.]

... Maybe we could have the Wild Harvest make the food. And...

[There's another pause, and she looks around them before she leans over and carefully plucks a star flower from the ground to hold between them. This part, she's actually thought about, and always had a much clearer image of it in her head.]

For the reception, we could have these everywhere, and some little lights at night.

[Not that it'll be a problem for them.]