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Jin had to pause and think when she remembered that the prince could not speak her language. Fair enough; her own Prodzy wasn't the best. Language had never come easy to her. Perhaps pieced together, they could come to understanding. Swiftly, she slid the platter in danger back to a secure position, then joined Vyarin's side. 

"Please - watch." She had to dig for words. Instead of saying more, she gestured at the dance floor, for him to watch the dancers more. Then she took his arm, and led him through the dance once, slowly. "You are -" She waved her slender brown hand, searching for the right words. "Good! But you need more-" What was Prodzy for experience, again? “You need more training.” Close enough. 

"Again?" The round dance had reached the beginning again, and she started up, watching his feet this time. "Oh, there?" She lifted the edges of her dress, showing off one slim ankle. "This." She placed her steps as a man would. "Okay?" Then she smiled up at him, and it seemed more of a real one than the strained polite smile she'd been wearing all night. Even though she was likened to a silent stepping cat sometimes, dancing with others was not a natural occurrence for her. She would much rather spend her steps in the forest.