"In my culture, we know death is near to us. If it isn't bandits and starvation, it is the heat of the desert. The day of our birth is important, the days of cleansing are important, when a girl first gets her period is pretty important as are our festivals. Religious holidays are always important, but repeatedly celebrating a day each year just because you were born is not something we think about. If anything, it reminds us more of our impending death, so when Noah first told me about how you all celebrate them, I was kind of off-put by it, but it was fun, yeah?" she asked, looking up to her husband with a smile. "I had fun. That was a good day."

Noah stated the things that he wanted or didn't want, and she nodded slightly. He was calming her down, obviously not responding to her excitement. It seemed her ideas were not appealing to him and she dropped her eyes from his smile. Looking to Aimee, she mentioned what was on her mind in that moment.

"I forgot his birthday...I think with all the events that were happening in the winter life just got consuming for us, and he didn't seem to say anything about it that I remember..." 

She then looked to her husband again and tilted her head.

"I didn't mean to forget it. I must have just gotten lost and not thought about it. I'm sorry," she confessed in apology to him with a burdened heart. Her eyes sought his forgiveness but didn't know if he would give it.