Me? No...

[Even as she dismisses the idea, at the comment she can’t help the hand that rises to her cheek as if she could somehow feel or contain the glow she was apparently (most definitely) giving off, smile widening and forelegs rubbing together in betrayal of her excitement.]

I didn’t um, actually think I was going to propose... because I didn’t think Gonta would be happy staying in my village. He only came down from the mountains because his nephew was so young and he said he wanted to see the human villages, but I could tell Gonta probably wanted to go back... and I didn’t want to keep him but make him unhappy...

[The memory of how torn she’d felt in those months does sober her expression a bit, but-]

When he arrived here he said we were married, though! That I, um... I guess my family encouraged me to go when he said he was leaving, and so I asked him to take me with him... and, um...

[The more sober expression melts into red-cheeked embarrassment, tail swishing under her skirt.]

I took off my skirt? Which is so dramatic I can’t believe I did that... But I must have cause Gonta wouldn’t lie about something that weird...