She takes her seat beside him, practically glowing for the happiness she felt. Though the rush was due to desert her soon, once she sat, having pushed herself so hard. But it wore away her usual reserve, and for the first time in his company - or anyone else beyond her family, her laughter is rich and bright. An airy sound as she reaches to take his hand.

Her heart could not feel fuller, as she traced those shells with her thumbs, her eyes crinkled with a smile. The look she gives to him is pure adoration, utter warmth and thanks.

"After we feast, my husband. I need strength after that." Especially for him, of all men. "I ask - some food be made - from my land. To share with your people. Fish, wrapped in spice - hearty bread."

Now that the performance is done, the musicians take up a mix of her songs, though far less intense - better suited for feasting and company.