Swiftcurrent Creek you aren't the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl

Wistful almost in the moment—Akavir had wanted a large family… with Ibis. And then when that had not only crumpled apart but she had died, he found himself realizing that Eshe’s parents might have been the goal for so many of them, but only a handful achieved such a thing.

It was a sobering thought.

Eshe mentioned a grand feast would be ideal—Akavir considered. “Perhaps hosted in Wapun Meadow, then,” he murmured, casting her a sideways glance to see what she would think. That was when she spoke of providing the option of fermented food—and he found himself quiet for a moment, the curl of his lips indicating his amusement. No, she was far from predictable. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Eshe?”