"We will discuss it when we are with her. It is nothing you need worry yourself too much over." A hum, as they weave through the camp, the bustle of men moving about, the call of horses, birds and the soft crunch of snow that has fallen again where the previous fall has turned to muddy earth under the constant bustle of people.

"Were they landed?" A pause, and it's quite possible she has no notion of that meant, given she honestly seemed to have no clue about arranged marriages. "I mean, were they simply farmers, or was your family the landowners?"