Daff exhaled at the touch of his hands and nodded, grounded by the nature of the contact and his assurances. She wanted to object, she could be plenty embarrassing, but she supposed it was never intentional. Daff didn't often feel awkward or out of place, so rarely ever felt embarrassed either, but she was starting to realize that since they were getting married, she would become an extension of him and she might need to be a little less, sometimes.

Looking up a him, she did purse her lips at "perfect" because she really thought he might have lost his mind to say that, but she didn't think now was the time to argue about that either. The knot in her chest loosened a little. It was good to hear that Mrs. Rowle was happy for them when she thought about it. It indicated that enough time had passed that the old heartache had healed enough to make room.

She squeezed their joined hands, her other one dropping from her face to rest on his shoulder. "I had this conversation recently too," she admitted, eyes still on his. Daff hadn't figured out how to bring this up, but she supposed they were here now. Only she couldn't figure out how Elias had managed to find the words. Her mouth felt dry, thinking it best to just come out with it. "Do you remember the friend that brought me to the hospital back in May?" Daff had no idea how much Elias remembered of Noble in the flurry of everything, but she forged on. "Noble Greengrass? He's, well, I ran into him again recently." That he was akin to a spirit at the time wasn't exactly relevant. "He said the same, that he was happy for me." There, that wasn't so bad. She hoped.