"I could keep you in here, if that helps."

"It will, I bet. Plus it'll be cozy."

"Yep!" So he has her stay the night more. 

It's cozy. She fiddles with instrumentation and lyrics and writes a light cheery song about palace architecture. It's not polished in time for the concert but she's happy about it.

When the concert arrives she SINGS!

It's a few days after that she starts throwing up. Yaaaay.

That's annoying because he wanted to work on more songs!

Well she can still do some of that in between all the throwing up.

One day when he sends for her she trots in and says, "Ilisaba sent me a wedding invitation, is it complicated for me to go or anything -"

"No, not particularly, they'll just bother you with questions when you come back."

"Okay. Do you want to come - I guess you haven't met her -"

"if I come then there kind of is a big fuss unfortunately because of the security. - I could, if you think she wouldn't mind having to spend an annoying chunk of her wedding kneeling -"

"I guess that would be annoying, wouldn't it. It's okay."

"Don't tell anyone this but I have a brother who goes out all the time in disguise. Because it's so much trouble otherwise."

"...oh no! I guess he must be good at it, I haven't heard any rumors before."

"Yeah, it's kept pretty thoroughly under wraps. It'd look really bad, right - we can't even respect the law ourselves -"

"It'd set such a bad example. But, like, stuff's hard, and that's not even one everybody has to do..."

"I'm not that mad at him. But I don't want it widely known and I do hope he stops soon."

"I won't tell."

Kiss. "Thank you."

"Of course." Kiss.

She goes to Ilisaba's wedding and comes home afterwards, wearing a flower in her hair, cheerful as ever, if a bit preoccupied. Collects her baby and paces the hallways singing in a foreign language about monsoons trying to get her to nap.

He runs into her. 

"How was it?"

"Oh, it was lovely. He's a really nice boy. I'm not sure they'd've picked him out if, uh, they didn't think they'd maybe better marry off all my sisters a little young? They might've held out for somebody richer or something. But he's a nice boy and he'll be good to her."

"Oh good. That's the most important thing."

"Yeah. She's really happy."

" - guess I should be glad your parents didn't have that insight sooner."