It's a comfort to see her smile and assure him of her happiness. It makes him want to revisit that bath thing. Maybe almonds wouldn't be so bad today. But when she says her name, creases of confusion sink into his brow. He knows her name, of course. She'd even said it last night at the ceremony. Had he pronounced it wrong?

Only then does he realize he probably hasn't pronounced it at all, at least not to her. Or in front of her. Or to someone she knew. Alright. Fine.

"Gil-ee-ya," he repeats with a slow nod, as if asking for her confirmation that his attempt is satisfactory.