[ As much as Era enjoys Aymeric in his full regalia; a vision in blue and gold, she has found she prefers him in the more 'modern' attire of Xistentia. It's comfortable, practical, and fits him in a way that Ishgardian noble wear never did. They show off the strength he understates so frequently; shoulders broad from years of swinging a sword that likely weighs more than she does. Tapered waist, sturdy forearms, slim legs, and a behind that Era is quite happy to admire while he bustles around their home.

He is beautiful, and Era likes how easy his new wardrobe makes it for all to see. ]

I am your wife, dear husband. [ She's smiling as she allows Aymeric to lead the dance. Those words combined with how she practically glows with happiness should be answer enough for him. ] Though I hope the Lord Commander will forgive me for remaining Lieutenant Ra rather than becoming his Lady de Borel.

[ It's obvious she's joking, because she knows Aymeric couldn't care less about such things. Even if he might enjoy her introducing herself as Lady Era de Borel once in a blue moon. ]