Maker, Everett's surely right about that. And him, and his reasons for hesitating.

"Yeah," he sighs, then rallies himself and his good humor. "D'you have a room somewhere we can sneak into? I'd been hoping to be more romantic about this."

Which is both joking, and not, because even if it's only temporary it's significant, and Myr has an appreciation of the significant. "Though your hair will have to languish unbraided until I've got use of my arm back," more's the pity.