Heron Lake Plateau Pure intention juxtaposed

He threw some new words at her, which caused her to think - the cogs in her mind clearly ticking along through the windows of her eyes - and it seemed as if she understood. It didn't embarrass her the way it did for Phox; she didn't notice the flush of his skin but he did get quiet, and that made her a little bit worried.

Oh. They husban? she queried, it was one of the first words she'd learned when she was here. It felt like a lifetime ago that she was roaming the wilds with her sister, Sif. It brought to mind images of her giant of a husban and the giddiness she always seemed to hold when he was around. But that made sense too — Camilla's vague understanding of relationships had branched in to something more sinister among the Company, but she made the link. Now there were these other words to add to it, all which apparently meant the same.

So she just nodded. You're mine. It made sense to her. Camilla's understanding was that every man had a wife, sometimes many, sometimes shared — and Phox had rescued her. She belonged to him.