Ridahne smiled, obviously trying to hold back some giddy burst of excitement at even the possibility of it. She tried to sort of hide it, but even she couldn't, and  the attempt alone made it fairly obvious. "Of course, he'll have to agree to it. And I'd like Hadian to be there and Ajoran's parents--both of them still live. But it doesn't have to be this big thing. There are rituals--we are a people of rituals, which is probably why we have ceremonies at all--but none of those have to be public. I will write down the words you would say, you know, so you can practice them. It would be in Azurian, but don't worry, I'll help you, and it's not a lot of words. Do you read? I'm not sure I ever asked before. I was told not many humans read because they choose to spend their time working instead. We, obviously, have much more time and so we put more importance on that sort of thing, but mostly just because we can." Ridahne shrugged. If Darin didn't, maybe she could teach her to read as well as fight. 

Darin collapsed as she attempted to head back; Ridahne couldn't help but laugh. She felt bad for it, but she did. She knew she wasn't hurt and could guess as to why she'd fallen. Ridahne bounded to her side as gracefully as Mitaja and extended a hand to her companion to help her up. "A good night's rest and you'll be feeling more...'you' in no time." Ridahne started to help her walk back to the farmhouse, though as she did, the elf hummed softly. It was a song she'd known since childhood--everyone from Azurei knew it. It was a simple tune about the birth of the mountains, and how the rock spirits grew jealous of the tree spirits that got to reach so high into the sky, so they stacked themselves together over centuries to form the mountain range that gave Azurei its northern border. She was in good spirits tonight, like some great and weary burden had finally been lifted from herald each step had purpose and drive.