Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

The golden king chuffed almost silently at her question-- he hadn't considered that she would be puzzled by his mother tongue, though he had known to mimic her use of her own. It was then that he realized perhaps something wasn't right with him; how could he have assumed she would know what he meant?
Tilor means beauty among my people. Jerrik explained, careful to keep his tone void of any grandness in the explanation. Now it seemed overly forward to have called her that, and he worried his explanation would cause discomfort. I... apologize for my forwardness. I fear my wits left me when I fell, though they are not wont to return in your spellbinding presence.
It was as truthful an explanation as the young king had ever given, and desperately he hoped she would understand.