[Just as Lahabrea was ready to offer his congrats, he is hushed with a kiss. Only Themis has the privilege of yanking down the Speaker of the Convocation for a passionate kiss. There are few who can afford such indulgences and live to tell the tale. Nonetheless, Lahabrea's demeanor shifts from stiff formalities to something far more relaxed and familiar. He kisses Themis with every fiber of his being, fully memorizing every curve of his lips. A part of him couldn't help but wonder whether this would be their last kiss, but happily, Elidibus is quick to dismiss such nagging thoughts before they can take root.]

Yes, you are.

[ He replies gently, slowly sliding on his knees before Themis. Their awkward little height gap makes things awkward, but Lahabrea intends to balance the metaphorical plain field. This is not the first time Themis has witnessed Hephiastos on his knees, but it will be the first time Hephiastos has spoken so earnestly. ]

There is no one else I would trust with my heart, let alone with my son, other than you, Themis. You have protected Erichthonius when I could not, willing to let him find solace in your comfort.

[He takes Elidibus' hand and tenderly nuzzles the pale knuckles against his cheek, all while averting the youth’s gaze.]

While some may condemn me for not seeing the flaw in allowing a colleague to marry my only child, I can't help but be pleased at the prospect of Erichthonios not being alone when my time here ends.