She had opened her mouth to protest, but her curiosity quieted her as she let Kasper lead her through the streets. The companionable silence stretching between them until they came upon the collapsed mine.

His hand slipped from hers as she came to a stop and he approached, picking up one of the many things strewn in front of the wreckage. Her gaze cut to him as he began speaking, then slipped back to the various letters hanging up around the place. She stepped forward, still listening to Kasper but also now seeing this for what it was. A memorial. A burial for those who couldn't be properly buried.

Her hands hung limply at her sides, at a loss for what she could possibly say in this moment. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she could finally collect her thoughts. "I know they would've been proud of both of you."

She reached out and rested a hand on a letter proclaiming how much they missed their lost loved one and what had happened since the mine collapse. Swallowing hard, Faylin allowed her hand to drop again before turning to Kasper. "I wish I could have met them. It would have been nice to know parents who actually cared for their children."

She had completely frozen, her gaze fixated on the rings he pulled from his pocket. His immediate assurance that he was not proposing did very little to assuage her panic, though she was able to at least rip her eyes from the rings to look at him. A small thread of warmth cracked through the panic and she took the ring when offered, spinning it in her fingers to study it.

Though she had never been one to wear jewelry, she found the ring to be quite beautiful. She spun it slowly in her fingers, studying every little detail about it. "I... I don't know what to say," she admitted quietly. He had given her such beautiful words and she was utterly failing him in this moment.

"Just... just don't break this promise, okay? Nothing has ever meant as much to me as you do. And... and you know I'm not good with words in the way you are. But I just need you to know that I care so much about you..."

She swallowed hard, then took a breath and offered the chain back to Kasper. "Help me put it on?"

She tilted her head down, holding her hair out of the way as a small, amused smile played about her face. She turned to him after he had finally secured the necklace, allowing him to pull her close. She breathed in his scent, her eyes searching his fade before he was kissing her. She melted against him, her arms coming up around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.

When he pulled away she could only laugh softly, "Well, at least its better than all the times you taste like beer." She grimaced to drive home her point, before grinning and pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "And maybe we shouldn't be making out in front of your parents' memorial. I think that's a bit disrespectful."

His hand was warm as she laced her fingers through his, tugging him along towards the Van Zant home. She found as she walked that she was incredibly tired. The short time she'd been at the tavern had taken a lot out of her and now this trek to Kasper's parents' memorial, as much as she had loved it, had taken a bit more steam out of her.

And perhaps it had been the ring, perhaps it was still the bit of alcohol flowing through her veins. But as they stood at the front door, she looked up at the quiet house and said, "I don't feel like walking all the way home anymore tonight. But I also don't want to take Kat's room, who knows what mood she could eventually come home in. I don't feel like getting stabbed tonight."

She turned hesitant eyes towards him and asked quietly, "Could I just... stay with you tonight?"

A small smile stayed on her face as Kasper led her into the house and up the stairs to his room. That is, until the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the silence of the house. She jumped a little, her eyes falling upon Saskia who hovered nearby.

She felt a bit of heat rise to her cheeks and she suddenly realized how scandalous this might all seem. She blinked between Saskia and the gowns the girl held out to her before carefully taking them. She swallowed once, finding it a bit hard to speak. "Thank you Saskia. You're probably right about needing them."

As soon as Kasper would open the bedroom door, she would rush inside and away from the young Van Zant. Suddenly very flustered and unsure of herself, she looked between the gowns still in her hands and the bed in the room.

She only glanced at Kasper when he came in and shut the door, locking it behind him. She stared at that shut door for a moment, swallowing hard again. She needed to get a grip. Kasper was right that Saskia had meant well, even if the insinuation had been there of other activities occurring than sleeping.

She forced a smile at his little joke, but turned and placed the stack of gowns on one of the pieces of furniture in the room. "I'll just sleep in this," she said with faked confidence, shucking off her jacket but leaving the undershirt on. She had basically worn her training gear to the tavern, never being one for dresses and the such.

Attempting to cling to her show of confidence, she strode for the bed and perched on the edge of it, patting the other side. "C'mon, I'm tired."