She said yes.

Gideon Browne had never been one to believe in a higher power, but was happy to swear himself to whichever muggle deity had orchestrated this blessed turn of events. He would not trust his tongue on so momentous an occasion, would not allow himself to even hope that words would not utterly betray him and reverse whatever spell had fallen over Miss Chevalier.

Instead, the healer simply offered his arm, a silly smile on his face and hope in his gaze.