Sea Lion Shores I'[m] thinking of ending things

She noticed him, after a time. Tybault was very still as she approached, and remained so as she spoke, though he frowned to hear the words. It was a language he'd never thought to hear from her; forbidden to dancers, but he was not surprised that she knew it. That she knew it well enough to speak it was a small shock to him, but one he quickly recovered from.
It's not worth rehashing, Tybault said finally, his mouth oddly dry. He gestured briefly to his new scars, a sarcastic smile tugging at his features. It's strange to hear it spoken like that. He didn't bother to make the switch himself; the common tongue was their own native language, and he couldn't fathom why Reverie would speak in the language of The Gilded Sea's sacred songs, but he assumed an explanation would be forthcoming. Hoped, anyway.