Irene would have thought the words were a lot better than vomit, for what it was worth, even before she heard them.

And for a second, she was half-convinced she hadn't heard what she had, or that she'd hallucinated what Amaya had said. She'd imagined hearing those words (or similar ones, anyway; she had a very active imagination, after all) for such a long time, and so much of their relationship had been tentative and teasing that it was almost inconceivable to her that either of them would ever, actually, come out with the truth of it.

But there it was.

"Oh, thank god," she murmured after a moment's pause, leaning forward to close the distance between them with a very, very needed kiss. Her heart was still pounding so hard she was positive Amaya could probably feel it, too. "I was going to have to scale out the window out of shame if you'd said anything else."

You might think that was an exaggeration, but no, it was still truth day! And she had the icon!