She frowns in thought as he speaks, listening closely while he expresses himself.

"It's your wedding, too. What I want doesn't matter in the face of your comfort."

But with that said...

"A kiss can mean many different things. When I press my lips to his auracite it may be akin to a lingering kiss of love, or it could be as a quick kiss of appreciation to the cheek."

Era gently runs her fingers down the slope of Hythlodaeus' head; fond, affectionate, and loving.

"...But whatever feelings you have, you could never cheapen what he and I felt for each other. And I can assure you he would be more than okay with a kiss to this morbid crystal of his."