[Anna's heart feels like it's about to leap out of her throat, but she manages to swallow down her nerves enough to get out what she wants to say. What she's been practicing. In her pocket, her fingers close around the slender ring, and pull it out, still hidden in her palm. One of Anna's vines reaches out to help tidy Lorna's hair, a soft leaf nudging up under her eye to wipe away a tear.]

Well...okay. Whew! Here goes. I've...been thinking a lot, lately, about how time works here, and...and how it's smart to make the most of it. After all, people come and go all the time. And recently, someone smart told me that if I want to enjoy something while I'm here, I should just...go for it, instead of worrying about what might happen.

[Anna clears her throat, the ring feeling like a ship's anchor in her palm. Here goes nothing.]

Anyway, wow, um—what I'm trying to say, is. You make me happier than anyone in this whole world, Lorna, in any world. Being your girlfriend has been like...like a fairytale for me! And I love every single day that we spend together. S-so, I was sort of wondering...

[Now she raises her hand, palm-up, and uncurls her fingers. Inside, nestled in the petals of a white camellia she'd grown on the spot, is a delicate gold ring in the shape of a rose, with a diamond peeking out of its center. This she offers to Lorna with a nervous smile.]

Would you...marry me? Be my wife? And spend the rest of our days together, no matter how many there are?