Once the woman had reclaimed her seat, Aenaila walked quietly to her side and tapped her arm lightly. "Excuse me, but you didn't tell me your name. Mine is Aenaila."
The woman was surprised again by Aenaila's behavior. She could have gone on with her fancy friends and just been done with it. Why'd she want her name? She looked again to Aenaila and this time saw not a fancy lady but a gentle one.
"Mine's Grell," she said, quietly, embarrassed, but held her hand out to grasp, like men do.
Aenaila took her hand and gently closed it between her hands; it was almost as big as both of hers. "Grell, when I said I was sorry, I meant it. I feel ashamed."
Grell blushed, but Aenaila continued. "And when I said your eyes were beautiful, I meant that too."
Grell looked astonished, and for a moment
