Aye, a thousand times, aye! A million more, as many as you'd ask.

[She's smiling so hard she aches from the strain of it, but that doesn't stop her from expressing her joy in the slightest - it just encourages her to channel it elsewhere.]

[For example, to her wings; they flutter behind her as fiercely as the butterflies in her stomach, which has the unintended consequence of lifting them both off the ground. Lorna is startled for only a moment before a laugh bubbles up from her throat and she tightens her grip on Anna, keeping her safe and secure as she spins them both about in a little circle of shared delight.]