Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

I shall have to give it a listen!

goldspun eyes caught the hapless watcher. "y-yes. well, i —" began the mayfair until he realized that she had not spoken common, and he had understood all the same.
after a moment did the words present themselves for lestan, and he shyly glanced away. "an urrainn dhut a’ choire a chuir air neach-siubhail airson a bhith a’ coimhead nan rionnagan?"
she was after all achingly beautiful in the sort of way which terrified him quite a lot.