Elann knew in part how her husband felt about her traditions. She had a vague perception on his views of her God, and as long as he stayed true to his word, he wouldn't offend him; particularly when it came to Elann, his favored. With her explanation done, it seemed that he indeed had been thinking along such lines as she had guessed, and as he apologized, she shook her head to show that he shouldn't. 

"That sounds great." 

Feeling the need to put his mind at ease, she brought her hand down to her own stomach to meet his, where she lay her hand upon his to still it for a moment.

"I don't want you worry that I feel bad because we did things differently or because our party isn't going to be the same. I loved our wedding..." she said as she pulled the golden mangalasutra out from underneath her dress to rest upon the space between her breasts. "...and to me it was special and heartfelt. Even if we hadn't been married, the bond between us also shows our steady devotion to one another, and unlike a bond of friendship, I think ours was forged in trust and love for one another." She then thought a moment and added, "On top of the friendship." 

A grin then took her as her chin started to shiver, showing she was starting to get cold.

"So with this festival, you have trees that blossom? Like flowers?"

Elann hadn't been out enough to know or notice that there were such things as blossoming trees. With the spring rains, it often was that the whole reaches of the desert would come alive with budding flowers that only lived a couple days, but trees were rare, and those she had seen in Yahebah when there were never in the season of blossom as they often went to supply and trade in summer and fall months.