“It’s a bit of a mouth full,” Aevala admitted quietly as she hugged the Cymrillian, although not quite as affectionately as in times past, but nonetheless firm. She pulled out of the hug, leaving less than a foot between them as Dingo announced that he was the groom! Aevala’s cheery face turned to one of absolute shock then to suspicion until the full detailed story fell from his lips. She laughed and nodded, “Well you can certainly perform, I can give you that.” She gave a small grin and turned to the Jaka that started speaking.<br/><br/>Her heart sank in her chest a little as she heard that the girl was… is the weeping Sarista’s fiancée.  She watched him for a moment longer as he introduced himself as Kalaj, and then referred to Dingo, and then continued to ask if the man was the groom? Her face took on a similar expression as earlier, a little confused on top of the shock, and shook her head. “No, no. Dingo isn’t getting married,” she stated, although there was something in her voice that sounded almost unsure now. She looked up at him for a moment and then back to the camp, seeing the bloodied Sarista among several others. “The sarista that was running might be, but I just arrived. I’m not sure what weddings have come to past in my passing.”