My heart is capable of every form/Pasture for deer, a monastery for monks/Temple for idols.
Yes
Lady Keladry of Mindelan sits in her room, reflecting on a Sergeant Domitan of Masobelle. She thinks of all the time they have spent in each other's company, from the ham and cheese turnover, to just merely yesterday. She reads, rereads, and rereads again the crumpled note she holds in her hand, showing her calm Yamani face. However, inside, she is a mess of turbulent seas, one that cannot stop.
She thinks of her years as a squire serving in the King's Own, and the times of fun, danger, and chivalry they had. She thinks of the months she spent on the road, always living with the quick wit and humor of the sergeant. She thinks of the patient Dom, who travels with her to the faraway Yamani temples, closer now because of Shinko. She thinks of his bravery and his wit, his eyes and his body.
She smiles, and says, "Yes."