She's surprised he managed to get that much English out in one go, a veritable flood, as far as he's concerned.

"Carlos," she breathes, squeezing his hands tightly, feeling something swoop alarmingly in her chest. It swells up in her throat, choking her, and she's alarmed to find her eyes growing damp. She doesn't want to cry, now, but it seems her body has other ideas. "I guess you better get me a real ring, then," she says, her voice strained. "If it's gonna be forever."