Ulla's breath catches. Even with the hints leading up to it, she wasn't prepared for that. Before she says anything, she leans in for a kiss, slow and lingering. Love and affection and gratitude, but also an apology of sorts. A promise of a better answer later. Because the first word out of her mouth isn't going to be yes. Not yet.

"Are you sure, love? I won't grow old alongside you. I can't imagine myself with children. And if you want those things, I want you to have them."