[Tartaglia's eyes fall to her hands taking his own, noting how small they were against his, and how much he'd give to keep them right here with him, safe and sound. He remembers holding them in their dream, how they'd pledged themselves to one another. A soft sigh comes from his nose, wishing he could have remembered all the vows he said to her. It's a fuzzy part of the dream, but he remembers how he felt while saying them.

His hands move to cup her own, bringing them up to press a soft kiss to her fingers.]

Thank you.

[Really, he's asking the world of her to stand next to him on this journey. And he's all the more glad that she's willing to do so. His response is earnest, grateful for her and how dedicated she is to him despite his allegiances to the Fatui.]

I couldn't of asked for a better partner than you. I too, promise that I'll always stand beside you, through any woe and any challenge.

[He looks up from behind her hand, his dulled eyes seeming to shine when he gazes at her, the smile on his face determined and affectionate all in the same stroke. A hint of madness swirls in those same eyes, one that's completely devoted to her, and which seeks the same in return- his Yoimiya, his one and only, the one that he loves so deeply and won't allow anyone else to have.]