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He doesn't seem as eager as her, perhaps- or maybe he was holding back. But perhaps, Huā thinks, perhaps she had misinterpreted his game; did a boy this young know how to flirt? She could not be sure, and so she would hold off on anything further. And yet, she can't help but think his age was perfect for a new husband- barely a year old, with many years left in him for providing what was necessary for children, many years left to protect and serve as a figure, to serve as a father. 

At his question, she shakes her ebony head side to side. No- I have more diplomatic thing to do, at Moonspear. But after I go Moonspear, I return home. Maybe, I will see you on the way back? She wonders- knowing there wasn't really a way to guarantee such a thing, but still enjoying his company and hungry for more.