He’s really, really trying.

To onlookers, it may not seem that way; but you know that he is. He’s not a sociable man, and even though he can tell you’re thoroughly enjoying the banquet, he can’t help but glare as people approach you.

He glances down at your left ring finger. The gold band that he placed there does little to console him, but he’s trying.

You both agreed to keep your engagement under wraps for now; after all, the war has only recently ended. The last thing he wants is to let idle gossip ruin your celebration.

He leans in once your former classmates finally reprieve you of conversation, his voice low.

“You have the patience of Sothis herself,” he muses, “I’m glad that one of us does.”