Duskfire Glacier And to my word now I'll be true

The translation solidifies what she'd still been reluctant to assume— this is home. She turns her gaze to him and offers her own smile, tentative but genuine; it grows slightly at his request. She remembers the interest he'd shown when they'd first met. It's not often she meets one with the patience to pick up another language, though she meets many with the desire— but it's obvious Siarut has already done it at least once.
Of course, She answers easily, looking back out over the territory. I'd like to learn your language as well. A fair trade, I think. She pauses a beat, then continues: My mother was a foreigner, and disliked our culture and language; I learned late in life, unlike most of the children. My father would speak to us in his native tongue when he could steal the chance, but only I asked for further lessons. So he taught me this way.
She lets it sink in for a moment, then repeats herself in common, glancing back to Siarut's face to watch his reaction.