[Asher is unbothered by any amount of time she takes- He is in no hurry to go home and as with anything she does it must be perfect, showy... Professional, almost. He used to think that aspect of her behavior was simply a product of the time, and while it might be in part, he wonders if it's because the extra steps to make things right are ways to fill the time she spends being lonely.

When she exits her maiden chamber or whatever the hell the old-timey folks call it, he pretty much holds his breath.

In her eyes Sieglinde exudes a raw sort of vulnerability that he's seen before, though never like this. Her moments of weakness are few and far between in the face of others, quickly followed by some burst of genius or productivity, and yet she is asking him a question while laying herself bare, something he didn't really think she had the strength to muster.]

Daaaayum, girl.

[The words are silly but the tone is not, more shy than whimsical. Being burdened with this kind of responsibility is strange.]

Yeah! Yeah, totez mcgotes.

I'm glad I picked this one. They were tryin' to sell me another lil guy- Somethin' that was more of an, I dunno, like, an orange? But this one's way better.

[More suited to darker hair and a cooler skintone.]

It really brings out your eyes.

[He shrugs casually.]