Usually, Godric is a fairly composed person. He's able to contain his emotions, keep them down, let them sit somewhere safe until he's able to express them appropriately.

But seeing her in that dress, looking exactly as beautiful as he's always imagined her, breaks that. He grins.

"Oh, Annie," he breathes. "You look exquisite." He stands up, blanket wrapped around him, and can't help but reach out to touch it. "It's beautiful."