She lets him, revels in the way his strong hands wipe away her tears. The rest of the room fades away, leaving only them, where there is comfort and safety in not only his voice, but their native tongue that falls like honey from his lips. Isetriel finally lets out a chuckle, both at the way he speaks to her and how short he is. It's frustrating, but while they are in the middle of a crowd? She knows that he prefers little words for the sake of privacy.

There are so many questions to ask, so much she wants to say. Not a single day has passed without thinking of him, without reminding herself of how deep her love goes for this man. This man who has given more patience than anyone in their clan, who has stood strong in any face of adversity and she feels like he would do a far better job at this than her.

For a moment, she is silent, letting his words sink in as she takes a hand to cup over his that touches her so fondly. Isetriel leans into his kiss, wanting so much more but knowing it won't happen here. Again, she sniffles, her smile crooked and awkward as she takes his hand from her face and laces their fingers together.

"Come. We should... We should catch up somewhere less crowded."

Quickly, she waves in dismissal to those that still stare wildly at them. Without word, Isetriel leads him through the doors to the castle's quarters and up the stairs to her large, ornate room.

"You must be exhausted, weak, I--" Isetriel stutters in her words, still feeling her heart pound and it shows in how her hands shake. She whirls around to face him once they are safely away from everyone in her room, at the top of the stairs adjacent to the couch.

"Are you injured in any way? Are you hungry?"