It was the oddest sensation. The humans often said they felt like they were being watched and until that moment he had not known what they meant. He looked up into Amy's face. Her eyes were fixed upon him and she looked, annoyed. This was not good.
"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out?"
There was an edge to her voice when she spoke. This was definitely not good. A veritable laundry list of things rolled behind his eyes but he remained silent. Better to know the accusation before admitting the crime. No reason to confess to something she hadn't found out yet.
"Arcadia, the Torgen Gardens, the Musée d'Orsay… I know why you are being so nice to me."
Finally she opened her hand and he understood. There in her palm was a box. In that box was a ring, Rory's ring, the symbol of Amy and Rory's love. He gathered her into his arms and held her close, knowing she must be in pain at her loss.
So lost was he in his own thoughts he almost missed the single word she spoke.
"Yes," she said, muffled by his jacket.
He pulled back, confused, and looked upon her face. The tears were there as he expected but instead of instead of sorrow he saw joy and a smile.
"Yes," she repeated, "I will marry you."