Ridahne quickly realized that there was a shift in tone from Darin as she spoke, even as she talked about the wedding and being excited for it. A lack of mirth maybe, or some shadow that hung about her and clouded any joy she might have in it. Sure enough, Darin was quick to inform Ridahne that they needed to talk. Ah, there it was. Ridahne's brows knit together softly and she nodded. "Alright. Tomorrow then, we'll talk." She was proud of Darin for communicating that, she'd come a long way. It got quiet in the room after that, and both of them drifted off to sleep after their long and eventful day. 

The next morning, Ridahne was up early. It was her habit to be up at dawn, but sleeping indoors for once gave her surprisingly restful sleep, and she was bright and alert when she arose. Ridahne almost never took her blade harness off her body, even while sleeping, but she had that night. They were deep in the palace and it would be suicide for someone to come there to get them. And anyway, her blades were still close at hand. She was in the process of strapping them up (She'd made sure they were very visible while in Tasen, though typically she kept them hidden on the road) when Darin asked if they could finally talk. 

Ridahne fastened the last buckle, tested it for security, and sat cross legged on the flat sofa, her black uri flowing around her folded limbs like dark liquid. She looked squarely at Darin, studying her closely, but she kept her tone cool and easy. "No, not really. Others will do most of the preparation. What's on your mind, sister?"