
Shahar did notice, or at least he noticed enough to realize she had no real seat. He signed quickly, a brief inquiry towards her comfort. Grattitude, reassurance, always comfortable near you. Whether or not her parents noticed didn't matter to her, and while she thought she might have caught a disapproving glance from Reiana as she returned, she did not mind.
She wasn't going to make things worse than she already had. Perhaps showing them how important Shahar was to her would be enough to make them understand her choice.
Shahar grew hesitant, thrown off by the question posed to him, and Rue rested a hand on his knee, offering what reassurance and comfort she was able to give without taking his hands and his preferred method of communication away.
"Your profession is hunting?" Disbelief colored Achaius's words, "So you spend entire days out away from your pavilion? What will Rue do while you're gone? Sit home and sew and hope you make it back alive?" He was skeptical, and perhaps mocking in his manner and tone. "What if you find nothing? A failed hunt. What will you eat then?"
His questions all came out in a burst, it was one of the first times Rue had ever heard him sound so fatherly. He was not the only one with questions, though, and Mayeve spoke before Shahar had a chance to do more than lift his hands.
"How will you support a family? The summers have been hot and dry, what will you do when there is hardly enough food to eat, let alone sell?" She was more concerned another surprise to Rue.
"He has done it before." Rue offered, her words causing a small silence to fall, "He fed two women, himself, and three hunting cats despite the harsh summer we had." She continued, coming to his defense. "Besides, it isn't like I am incapable of helping to support us."
Despite her words, they looked to Shahar for more answers, clarification. They were expectant.
She wasn't going to make things worse than she already had. Perhaps showing them how important Shahar was to her would be enough to make them understand her choice.
Shahar grew hesitant, thrown off by the question posed to him, and Rue rested a hand on his knee, offering what reassurance and comfort she was able to give without taking his hands and his preferred method of communication away.
"Your profession is hunting?" Disbelief colored Achaius's words, "So you spend entire days out away from your pavilion? What will Rue do while you're gone? Sit home and sew and hope you make it back alive?" He was skeptical, and perhaps mocking in his manner and tone. "What if you find nothing? A failed hunt. What will you eat then?"
His questions all came out in a burst, it was one of the first times Rue had ever heard him sound so fatherly. He was not the only one with questions, though, and Mayeve spoke before Shahar had a chance to do more than lift his hands.
"How will you support a family? The summers have been hot and dry, what will you do when there is hardly enough food to eat, let alone sell?" She was more concerned another surprise to Rue.
"He has done it before." Rue offered, her words causing a small silence to fall, "He fed two women, himself, and three hunting cats despite the harsh summer we had." She continued, coming to his defense. "Besides, it isn't like I am incapable of helping to support us."
Despite her words, they looked to Shahar for more answers, clarification. They were expectant.