"Yeah," Ronon said, shifting a little careful not to dislodge her or the painting. He pulled her closer as turned to him without as much care for his art as he could have had. Mainly because he could see the tears in her eyes and wondered if he'd chosen wrong - but he didn't think so. Atlantis was home - they'd be back there someday like everyone else on the island. But they wouldn't remember this. Any of it. They'd have to start again. Ronon didn't like that bit at all and it didn't make what he had to say next easier.

"When we get back there," he told her, looking at the painting before glancing at her again. "I want to marry you." He wanted to marry her here too except it didn't seem real knowing that one day they'd vanish and not remember it.