She can't help a huff, her hands on her hips. "We haven't technically agreed to marry yet," she retorts. It was a flimsy excuse at best, though, and she doesn't press the issue. She understands that things are still rather tenuous, even with the war over. His position as Firelord, while well-deserved in her opinion, won't come easy to not only his own people, but the world over.

It was part of the reason why a union with another nation was suggested, she knows, to help put the minds of the other nations at ease. She understands...but she still wishes that they didn't have to be the ones to do it.

Glancing at their surroundings, she then asks, "Are they expecting an answer right away?"