Land women must have learned not to breath to deeply. The corset is much to tight, meaning Cecelia can't slouch like usually or move around to much. Well, at least there's some attempt at conversation. Talking on land is still strange for her, which is why she had been avoiding doing it recently. Learning to use her legs had been far less complicated. All was going well until he started acting like a fool with his food. Perhaps she is being a bit harsh with glares but she can't help it. He would be grumpy too if he had to leave his home for long stretches of time.<br/><br/>"Exactly the same thing that all other married men are expected to do. Surely your father mentioned the duties of a married man before Jacoda," Elizabeth answers curtly.<br/><br/>"My name is Cecelia," she says softly and slowly. She shakes her head. "The northern seas are to cold for my people's tastes. We do not need the winds to travel." Her English is rough but still understandable. Indeed, she does have a slightly musical voice.