Jin had to giggle softly as she was basically called a ‘not man’ by Vyarin. It was not a derisive laugh to mock him, more of an amused one. “Woman.” She corrected gently. “Do not worry. We dance now.” Her Prodzy probably sounded awful to him.

Waiting for the right beat of the music, she moved seamlessly into dancing. She gestured for Vyarin to follow with the steps he had just practiced. Hopefully he understood. She didn’t want them to go to the dance floor just yet – she did not want the organized chaos to throw the Prince off his steps. Especially without being able to fully see, just like Annalise. One left where a right was supposed to be could throw off the whole line. She had seen it happen before, and had the sore toes and ruined slippers to prove it.

It was very sweet to see him trying so hard. He was doing remarkably well for a first timer. She knew from her reading that Prodzy was a bit of a harsh and warlike country. She wondered, if her father chose them to be married, if he could possibly understand her strange proclivities. But with her limited language, she wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

Still, there was no harm in trying. As she moved through the dance, she spoke again. “Do you… um…”  There was no Prodzy word for archery popping up in her head though she knew they had one, so she briefly mimicked the proper stance for a bow and arrow, and let off an invisible shot. "Now I am the forget." And she laughed.