Lion Head Mesa save the last dance [wp]

She found his statement to be… curious. “How so?” She couldn’t help but ask, wondering just how he had felt adrift… humbling was good but she did not understand, especially when he had lived the life of a soldier before finding their borders.
 
It seemed strange to her.
 
“It does not sit well with me either, but we are guests… and a wedding is supposed to be a joyous time.” She might have gone on a feminist rage about the treatment of others had she not been there on a purely diplomatic mission, leading a delegation to celebrate a wedding.