Riselin blinked, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, watching Kenna through the curtain of her bangs. At the breeze, one corner of her mouth quirked up.<br/><br/>"Of all the concerns I might have about this, whether or not you are inclined to be useful is not one of the most pressing ones," she said in a dry, wry tone. "But you are a student, and you have a job.  And lodgings. And...and..."<br/><br/>An unhappy noise escaped her.<br/><br/>"Point is, we're engaged. Which means we are going to be married. Which means, and I want to make sure we're in agreement on this point,<em>eventually</em>we are going to be married. Not right now. Not next week. Not, even, next month. Possibly not even next year. But eventually."  She bit her lower lip. "So there's time. To, you know. Get to know each other beforehand."