When Henry's eyes lifted, and he could gaze at Irene after making his proposal, he saw that they were watering even more than when she was at her father's side. Her free hand had gone to her mouth as she tried to hold in all the things threatening to spill forth.
He was patient and understanding. That day had been an unbelievable whiplash of worrying for her father and Arthur, then confirming he felt he didn't have much time left. The old knight then asked to see Irene wed before his death. There was no right way to respond to so many life-altering events all at once.
The Commander remained kneeling, and he kissed the hand he still held. He was certain she wouldn't say no to him, but the pause was stirring up his heart as she composed herself.
Irene fell forward and into Henry. Her arms went around his neck, and she trusted that he would hold her weight—which he did, easily.
