She grimaces a little, but the subject has not left her mind either, for all that it was she who suggested setting it aside. The sky is definitely brightening now, and she watches as the mountains begin to turn from black to a deep blue in the light of the sun rising behind them. "What then would you have, to make your happiness in this imperfect world?" she asks finally. "If I do accept your suit, would you have I and my people join you and yours, where you live? What would you most wish?"