"I have attended a total of two Lamorian weddings, and there isn't a more isolating feeling than being the only one who doesn't understand what is happening or a single word that is being said. It also made me realize that I was no more than an oblivious bystander at our own wedding." Her lips quirked faintly, though the humor in the gesture did not quite reach her eyes. "I might have to start learning your language going forward. There is no point in staying in a land when I cannot even speak its language."
He regarded her with his full attention, his hand still resting warmly against her lap, thumb absently tracing slow circles against the fabric of her dress. He did not interrupt. He knew her well enough now to recognize that she had more on her mind that she wanted to say. His silence stretched between them, patient and inviting her to continue.
