When the older girl flipped over to dry her back and hair, she stayed on her back, not seeming as shy as she normally was. She let her arms rest under her head as she listened. "Well," she said softly. "What if you were allowed to marry another lass? Hypothetically speaking of course!" She'd spoken that last sentence a little too fast  and she flipped over.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn," she said. "I shouldn't have said something so out there..." She'd laid down with her head facing the other way so her best friend couldn't see her face, which was bright red and looking quite upset. "I- I just want to see you happy. I don't want to upset you. But... But it's got me curious... If it weren't outlawed... Would you marry another lass? Say, hypothetically if you had the chance to marry me... Would you?" Her voice had gotten quiet and small even though her physical demeanor didn't change at all. When she was a wee lass, she'd learned the value of body language and how to control it. She fully used her control a lot of the time and rarely showed her true, hidden emotions. Her voice, however, usually betrayed her.