She'd never speak it as well as even the weakest of her other languages - she'd started it late, after all - but she worked harder at it, really, than she'd ever worked at Italian or German. Someday she'd know it well, and someday their children would.

Her skirts danced around his legs as he swung her, and she smiled brightly at her new name before the expression softened a bit. "I'm glad," she said as she linked her arms around his neck. "You make me happier than I've ever really been, you know." They were words that would seem a little too sentimental on any other day, but not today.