Ranuk stared as Tamlin tried to express what he meant, his great head lowered until they could look at each other on an equal level.  It made the conversation feel more intimate, personal, and Tam waited with anxiety for his fiance's answer.  Would he understand what he meant...?  Would he feel the same, about how to approach this unwanted, unasked for, but ultimately necessary, relationship...?<br/><i><br/>
That is admirable</i>.  Tamlin read Ranuk's hands, and then, finally, something like a smile crossed his face.  It was small, but it curved his lips, a quick flash of blunt white teeth in the sun, and softened his grey features to make him look a little less like he'd been carved out of the mountain.  [I am happy you think so.]<br/><br/>The prince was pleased and relieved to know Ranuk appreciated his attempts, agreed that there should be some level of amicability.  They needed to at least tolerate each other, if only to show it was possible for an elf and a demon to get along.  There were so many other obstacles, so much else that could go wrong, they needed to do what they could to make things go right.<br/><br/>Tamlin looked ready to speak again, but he stopped when he heard bells ringing from the temples-- it was a prayer time, one of several that happened throughout the day.  He didn't have to go, there would be another... but there was the feast to consider, and the celebration would go well into the night.<br/><br/>He paused, conflicted.  It would be rude to leave Ranuk on his own, but Tam knew he'd feel guilty if he didn't say at least a prayer of thanks for Sharia's miraculous return from death's door.  The prince's night-dark eyes flicked back to Ranuk's winter frost gaze, and it was obvious he was thinking something over.<br/><br/>[You know elf gods?  Prayer...?]  If Ranuk so wished, he could walk with Tamlin to the temples... It might be considered scandelous, but no one would question his presence if the prince was with him.