Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

well that was certainly news to her.

lousine's eyebrows raised and her mouth opened, implying she would speak, but she did not. not at first. she sat there staring at faust with cheeks hotter than the surface of the sun.

oh, she peeped quietly. i didn't know that, but...

but.

that simple word was full of so much. that was such a heavy implication — mateship. marriage. which had been forbidden in artashat. her chest felt tight.

i-i don't really know how marriage works, she suddenly blurted out, immediately doused with the sobering waters of shame. i mean, it wasn't really a thing that we did growing up. but it... sounds nice. i've always wondered what it could be like.

she fell silent yet again.