Northstar Vale girl, you knock me out

Beneath flurryless boughs did they rest;
and for several heartbeats, the sibyl's enquiry went unanswered, for Andraste flushed deep beneath the translucency of her frore-hide for the very origins of her novel scarification; both anticipating and dreading the possible arrival of her beloved. She had whined with the wanting in her own awakening  (he had not been there!)  and though not as feverish as those first few hours, still looked 'round the winteryland with a timid eye:

"It is ze bridesmark. My– we have wed. H-him and I,"
the male she had so mortifyingly blathered of to Bhediya;
​who had news for the distracted dryad; and so looked upon her with a brow writ with willingness to listen as much as she might.