In Sylvain's defense, he'd been sure the war was going to kill him in some horrifying way. And the last few battles to seige keeps and capitals, it's really brought home how close they were to victory, and death. Too many close calls to count, he's savoring what feels like a just reward. So he keeps Felix close as long as he'll have Sylvain.

Besides that, he's tired physically, mentally and emotionally. Sylvain's practically melted into their embrace as it is.

"Only a week, huh? Well, I suppose a big part of dating is learning the other person. Makes sense since we'd already been doing that our whole lives." Sylvain nods to his own logic, and shifts to let Felix kneel over his lap a bit easier. "It's alright, I was too scared to ask anyway. I never would have worked up the courage if I hadn't promised myself to at least try if we survived Enbarr."

Sylvain's content to just exist with Felix. The little sanctuary he finds here, he's reluctant to leave. He only reacts to Felix when the other touches his face. Sylvain offers him a lazy smile.

"Sweet of you, but I'm no blushing virgin." The lopsided smile is made all the more mischievous by the fact he cocks a brow expectantly.

"Do whatever you want with me. I'm-" he tilts his head, wanting to lean into a kiss, and feels something warm and metallic on his cheek. It almost feels like...

His gaze shifts, brows momentarily furrowing.

Well, it feels like a ring. And certainly looks like a ring. Third finger. Left hand.

A wedding ring...

Sylvain starts to feel his pulse pick up again. He looks to Felix, worry creeping into his expression.

"Felix...?"