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I decided to try without translations for funsies (and because Kevlyn wouldn't know what he was saying anyway).

Although Kevlyn still failed to get it perfect, the consort knew that such a thing would take time. Progress and enthusiasm were much more valuable that absolute correctness. “Καλή,” The corners of Spyro's mouth turned upward in a pleased grin, happy that his pupil was making steps forward. As a consort, part of his duty was ensuring that the spawn were raised properly. They would need to know the ins and outs of their side of things. They were not, however, to question their mothers or sisters in their hierarchy. That was separate, and not something they needed to know.

“Είμαι ένας σύζυγος,” he explained, touching his nose to his rib to indicate that he was talking of himself. “σύζυγος,” he repeated, more slowly this time, and then looked to Kevlyn expectantly.