Aww, so sweet!
And...there's not much more I can say without getting all mushy.
I liked seeing the two of them adjusting to each other's uniqueness. And I kind of laughed at poor Tavor lamenting his single row of scales on his neck ridges and how he thought men with more rows were more handsome than he was. Oh, don't worry about it, sweetheart; Amrita will love your scales, single row and all, because they're yours.
Is there anything written about how they got together?