Meanwhile, Elion was standing at one of Grimholt's many arrival ports, seeing Celeste off.
He had his arms wrapped around her waist in a tight embrace, holding her close to his chest.
Celeste, meanwhile, had her own arms awkwardly looped around his neck, though she looked far less comfortable about the situation.
Her face was bright red.
To anyone watching, it was quite the scene.
Several people nearby had already turned their heads to stare at the young couple.
"H-hey… people are looking," Celeste said quickly, squirming slightly in his arms.
"And why should they care?" Elion replied with a carefree smile. "I'm just here to see off my beautiful wife."
"I know, but…" she tried to protest.
"You'd better get used to this, Celeste," Elion teased.
Then he leaned closer and smirked.
"Or what? Are you ashamed of your man?"
Celeste grumbled quietly.
"No… I'm not."
She glanced away before adding in a low voice, "Letting you knock me up already proves that much."
