“I’m not sure,” Aevala repeated, watching the Sarista in so much grief. “Did you ask for his name or hers?” Aevala asked as she fished the invitation out of her pocket, searching for the names of the bride and groom on the crinkled piece of paper. She had been amazed to receive a physical copy of invitation, but it was one of the few ways to get news to her without it traveling through thousands of mouths and receiving a different message entirely.