Moonsong Glacier and I'm drinking your wine

She nods in agreement to the suggestion. A thicker pelt would do him well. 

Upon the mention of the possibility in him declining the gift, a soft grin found her expression. He would not dare turn such a thing away from a hardworking lady, She laughs, amused by her own jest, and hopeful that Dutch would be as well.

A shift, then. From father, to potential partner. 

I have, She agrees, though knowing what words he spoke were not a question. Still, she confirmed it. 

He has hunted for me many times, and the two of us together, even! I find delight in his company, and I hope he finds the same in mine.