"Ah, sure..." Niran lifted his head to look around them at the table. His parents seemed engrossed in conversation at the moment but his sister met his gaze almost immediately, her eyes brightening with recognition as she looked between him and his bride expectantly. He could tell she was excited but he dearly hoped she wouldn't be too overbearing.
"Alinora please meet my sister, Mila," he offered, gesturing at her with his free hand and then her husband seated next to her once he'd looked up to see what had caught his wife's attention. "And her husband, Arran Klevmark."
"Hi!" she'd squeaked excitedly, lifting her hand in a small wave that left a soft, metallic jangling of bracelets in her wake.
Arran smiled warmly, offering a pleasant but brief, "Nice to meet you." He pat his wife's shoulder gently, silently warning her not to push the girl too far.
"We're so thrilled you're finally here, my brother desperately needs someone like you to set him straight," she offered with a sly little grin for her baby brother who could only blush and mutter his disagreement. He needed no such help. "Gods, you're so pretty!"