Ah, there it was. 

Ridahne had been doing so well, the whole night had been going so well, and with one stupid word she ruined it. Figures. Why she wasn't just waiting for something like that to happen was beyond her--she should have known better. The first thing out of her mouth was a very quick but quiet, "But that's not what--" And then she clamped her mouth shut so hard and so tightly that Hadian would have been proud of her. [I]You'll only make it worse.[/I] So she took a breath, sighed, and gave her second, more thoughtful answer.

"I won't do it again. But...think about this...Should not honor come from truth and justice and what is good and right? Not from an artificially given station? Don't let the corrupted actions of one Sol ruin the word. It is our language. Language is history. Language is culture." And then even more softly she added, "I did not mean to offend you. I thought to honor you but...I have never known when to keep my mouth shut." Then bowing, she said, "I will do better." 

And that was all she had to say. She quieted and gracefully sat back down in her chair, reaching for a cup of wine. She was not angry, not bristling or bitter or furious. Instead she just looked a little deflated, like whatever emotion or energy that had fueled her up to this point had left her, and she was now just kind of tired and defeated. Maybe even a little sad. So Ridahne sipped her wine and quietly  waited for the two of them to be 'released' from the celebration. Ridahne had done this many times before and she was good at it. Perfectly polite, she would sit and be the presence she was required to be, to speak when spoken to, and to wait patiently until the ritual was over. That was her duty. So that's what she did. Instead of paying attention to other conversations she merely inspected her cup, occasionally gave a cursory glance around the room, and thought of bed.