Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

"icelandic translation here"

Kieran chuckled at the way she tried so very hard to repeat his words. His green eyes were actually full of a little bit of mirth. There was nothing wrong with butchering the language as you were learning it and for her first time she did very well. He smiled again and shook his head. "Tá sé an m'lady ceart go leor beidh tú é a fháil in am." He spoke softly, she would learn and he'd do his best to make her fluent in the language, for his own benefit as well as her friend. He selfishly wanted someone else who knew his language, someone else who could speak to him in it.

"So'tiz gran' so kaskara. yer 'ill git it eventually. yer are doin' pure well for yisser first time speakin' it."